“What kind of girl are you?”

“Not that kind.”

“Are you the kind of girl who likes to go to dinner and take it from there?”

“Closer.”

“But you do enjoy sex, right?”

“With some people.”

“Good. Cause I don’t want to waste my time.”

“Oh, you’re wasting your time,” she said.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Are you always this aggressive when you contact someone on Tinder?” she asked.

“Why? Am I saying something wrong?”

“You’re saying everything wrong, but you sound like you’ve been using Tinder for a while.”

I smiled. “You’re the only person I’ve ever messaged on Tinder.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not asking you to believe me. I’m asking you to give me a chance.”

“A chance to what?”

“A chance to take you out, introduce myself, and get to know you a bit better.”

“What is it you want to know?” she asked.

“What makes you tick. What makes you smile.”

“Oh.”

“How every inch of your body reacts to my tongue.”

“Fuck, Aiden.”

“How to get you to say that over and over.”

“Okay, I get it. You like your new toy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve successfully demonstrated that you’re going to be okay in the modern world of online dating because you can sext with the rest of them.”

“You’ve got it all wrong.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s that?” she asked.