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“Like they actually put that stuff in their profile,” she said.

“They do, actually,” Linden replied. “I read a profile a few days ago that said they were looking for a bottom and that tops need not apply. I laughed, but I didn’t message her.”

“Oh, my God. Really?” Asher laughed. “Wait. Are you a…”

“Top? Mostly, yeah. I switch it up, though.”

“So, I would need to know what I’d like first to meet a woman?”

“Not really, no. Just look out for stuff like that. Like, if you know you’re into more feminine-looking women and not someone like Bryce or me, you can flip past their profiles.”

“Right,” she said as she took in Linden’s look. “And if I think I might want that?”

Linden looked up from the profile she was staring at and met Asher’s eyes.

“Then, you don’t scroll past them. But she, for example, has a dog named Jake and seems a little obsessed with him. You’re allergic.”

Linden held up her phone for her, and Asher looked at the photos of a brunette with a black lab who was wearing an adorable bow tie in one of the pictures.

“I hate that I’m allergic, though. He’s so cute.”

“And you’d need an EpiPen and about a dozen Claritin just to go to her house.”

Asher nodded and said, “So, I just flip through profiles, and if I want to talk to someone, I just message them?”

“Yes. They can read it and accept it. Kind of like on any social app, really. Then, you’re in, and you can chat for as long or as little as you want. It’s up to you if you want to meet them or not, and you can block people if you have to.”

“Haveyouhad to?”

“I messaged with someone for about a week and didn’t want to meet up. She got kind of aggressive and sent me some nudes, so I blocked her.”

“She sent you naked pictures of herself?” Asher asked.

“Yes. It’s a thing, Ash. People do that.”

“Doyou?”

“No, but I get them every so often, and it’s… helpful.”

“Helpful? To see them naked?”

“Obviously. If I’m looking to sleep with them.”

“Linden…” Asher shoved at her shoulder playfully.

“What? I don’taskfor them. They just send them.”

“Are you some sort of lesbian pied piper or something?”

“No. I’ve just had a run of good luck since I came out.”

“Right,” Asher said as she unlocked her own phone. “So, if I want to try this… And I’m not committing to anything here, but if I wanted to at least create my profile, will you help me?”

“Of course,” Linden replied. “Pull it up, and we can figure out your blurb.”

“Blurb? I have to have a blurb?”

“Yes. And it should be something like, ‘Sexy thirty-something, seeking someone who likes to talk about Kona coffee with nothing in it, day planners and color-coded Post-it notes, and who doesn’t have dogs that might kill me.’”

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