Page 14 of Dashing for Love

Are we making up words now?

Why not? We’re grown-ups. We can do what we want.

Bring on the chaos!

Exactly

But…back to the option to add a photo

Okay, what are you thinking?

A photo of our faces is out.

Okay. Any other body parts? Is now where the app starts to be like those other apps

Whoa now. What are you sending on those other apps? Wait—are you on other apps??

Lol no, I’m not on any other apps. But you know how guys are.

Pretend I don’t.

Okay, you’re playing the innocent right now, I see how you are

Seriously, Dawn, explain it to me like I’m five.

Dick pics, James. Are you saying you want to send me a dick pic?

Jesus! No!

I think I’m traumatized

*You’re* traumatized? Try being on the receiving end of those things. I get them in random Instagram messages.

Holy shit. Seriously?

What, you thought it was an urban legend or something?

No…I don’t know what I thought.

Welcome to the internet, James. It’s a wild place out here.

Clearly.

What I’m getting out of all this is that you won’t be sending me a dick pic.

That’s *exactly* correct

Then what would you propose we send?

How about something related to our jobs?

We’ve not told each other what we do, though—are we ready to do that?

How about we let the photos speak for themselves?

Gold star for vagueness, James

Fair. I’m still freaking out over here

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