Page 10 of Crybaby
“It’s just, like…Tinder has, like, this veneer that it’s about dating. Or, I mean, a lot of people do use it for dating and not just hooking up, but like…Grindr is like eighty percent hooking up, fifteen percent dating, and, like, five percent dick pics. It’s just very sexual and to the point.”
“You send dick pics?”
Jason laughed. “They wish.”
“Then how you pick up? What you say?”
“God, I don’t know, I just usually say ‘Hi, how are you?’”
“Boring.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Okay, smart guy. How’d you pick up, then?”
“I say something interesting like…you like surfing? I’m from Russia. Best at surfing.”
Jason snorted. “You don’t surf.”
“Russia is best at surf.”
“Literally nothing could be less true than that.” Jason laughed.
Sasha grinned at him. “See? Make you laugh. Good to make laugh.”
Jason shook his head, but he couldn’t deny he was charmed. Then again, he had a crush the size of Mother Russia herself, so he wasn’t the most unbiased candidate to judge Sasha’s flirting skills.
Sasha took a sip of his drink. “What kind of men you like? What is word…twink?”
Jason choked on his spit. “How even…actually, no, don’t even pretend you don’t know exactly what a twink is, you fucking pervert.”
Sasha gave him a big-eyed, ‘Who, me?’ look.
“I don’t know,” Jason replied, answering Sasha’s question. “Not twinks, for sure.”
“Show me profile.”
“What? Why?”
“I want see. You are teaching me, yes?”
“Urgh, you are so fucking manipulative, don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing,” Jason complained even as he took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the Grindr icon.
It wasn’t like his profile was embarrassing or anything. No shirtless pics, no mirror selfies, nothing crude in the description. He knew he was pretty good-looking—stayed in shape, with dark hair and light brown skin-tone—but he didn’t have to make a big deal about it.
Sasha took the phone from Jason greedily, spending an inordinate amount of time looking through the pictures and reading his bio. “What is this?” he asked finally, pointing at where it said, ‘Verse but I prefer to top.’
Jason felt himself blush slightly. “You know what it means, leave me alone.”
Sasha looked at him. “You don’t like…”
“It’s not that I don’t like it—it says I’m verse. I just, you know, have a preference.”
Good God, why the fuck were they even talking about this?
“Anyway, we’re not here for me,” Jason said, taking his phone back and putting it away. “We’re here for you. What type of guy are you looking for? Not that you have to do anything tonight, obviously.”
Sasha shrugged. “Strong, but not, like, too big. Manly.”
“Manly?” Jason laughed.
