Page 14 of Blindly Yours

Let’s hear it. What’s the manliest thing about you?

BigSpoon92

I once won a tree felling contest

ASingleRose26

Tree felling?

BigSpoon92

Wood chopping. Essentially cutting down a tree

ASingleRose26

Wow, ok, you’ve redeemed yourself

BigSpoon92

It was just a local competition

ASingleRose26

But you WON. Major man points

BigSpoon92

I’ll take them. So, what brings you to online dating? Not enough prospects elsewhere?

A new text pops up from Junie, begging me to call her as soon as I can.

ASingleRose26

Sorry, I gotta go. Have a good night!

BigSpoon92

Oh, ok. Nice chatting. Hope tomorrow is better for you

I tap Junie’s name and hold the phone to my ear as it rings.

“Have you joined Bloom yet?” The words fly from her mouth as soon as she picks up.

“I’m on my way to my parents’ for dinner. But I’ll do it real quick.” I switch the call to speaker mode as I search for the app.

“So, is your office ceiling fixed?” Her voice rings out loudly into the cab.

“No, the hole is bigger than when it started,” I grumble as Bloom begins its download.

“What? How?”

“He had to cut out all the wet drywall, apparently. He’s gonna have to hang around for another two days to finish.”

“At least he’s hot.”

I scoff. “Well, why don’t you stop in and flirt with him then? Maybe he’s even hotter when he smiles. I’ll never know.” I think I catch a smirk from the cab driver in the rearview mirror.

I open the new app and begin navigating through the process of filling out my profile. Unlike Blindly, it requires a profile picture, so I upload a selfie I took at a concert last summer. My chocolate-colored hair frames my face in just the right way, my blue-grey eyes are set under a bronze eyeshadow I’d just bought, and my black dress is cut just low enough to be enticing.

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