Page 53 of Love Harder

That first month, he was solid and legit. I honestly believe that. But the rest of the time, I don’t know. I like to believe he meant everything he said, but once a liar, always a liar.

Maybe with age, Dimples will grow, but I honestly think he doesn’t see anything wrong with what he’s done. To post it publicly shows he has nothing to hide. That’s a slap to the face, not going to lie. But you can’t force someone to want to be with you.

Dimples didn’t choose me. Neither did Ghost. Or Switzerland.

But I don’t want to be a second thought. So if what they gave me was their best, I’d rather nothing.

And this is where I leave my story…for now, anyway.

So since the last line, there’s been an update.

Dimples has reappeared.

Are we surprised?

No…

When I stopped caring is the moment he started. It seems to be this way for most things. I pulled my energy away, only for him to feel the shift and return tenfold.

But I was done.

My besties should work for the FBI because they did their digging in case I ever had a lapse in good sense again.

I haven’t, thankfully.

But Dimples was quite the fuckboy, it appears, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind. But there was something which Mötley said and that was, he always comes back to you.

Why?

I have always been curious by nature, hence the shit I’ve found myself in.

He really tried to be genuine and sincere, confessing he has a hard time letting people in, and he didn’t know why.

I listened, and I would be lying if I didn’t admit I had a soft spot for Dimpleses. I don’t know why because if this were happening to anyone else, I would have told them to delete his number months ago.

And that’s why I wanted to include his chapter.

The more people I spoke to, the more I realized how many Dimples existed out there. Online dating honestly can be fucking insane and put you off dating forever, like forever forever.

You finally gather the courage to download the apps to see what the fuss is about, only to realize that they’re full of fuckboys, grown men whostilldon’t know what they want, or creeps. But when you finally find someone, you have hope that perhaps you found your unicorn, only to realize you’ve been catfished or you don’t vibe in person.

Or better still, go on a few fantastic dates, only for you to be ghosted with no idea what went wrong.

But being the optimist, you continue with your search and settle, only to be ghosted for the ten billionth time. You’ve accepted you’re never going to find your person there and uninstall the app, wanting to meet someone in the real world.

But to meet people in real life, you have to leave the house. And we all know what a horrible idea that is.

So you reinstall the apps a month later, hoping something has changed.

Nothing has…

It’s tough, and when speaking to others, they can relate.

And this is why I wanted to write about Dimples.

Yes, I should have known better. And I know some will read this and say the same thing.

But this is such a common thing; a situationship gives you so much, and then gives you nothing but breadcrumbs to keep you hooked.

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