Page 30 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

Hmmmmm.

Commanding my stomach to stop doing backflips, I scroll through the app store until I find Tinder and download it.

It’s pretty easy. I can login with my Facebook account and it actually pulls a couple of cute pictures of me right from my photo roll. Here is one where I am looking over my sunglasses from a deck chair poolside, with my body all tan and oily from the sun.

Actually, my boobs look really great in this picture. This is a good one.

Should I write a description for myself? I wouldn’t even know what to say. I imagine I’m going to get all kinds of creepy people looking at this. Maybe even like neighbors or my high school science teacher or something.

Gross.

But then I remember this is not my new way of life or anything. I am just here to do one thing. I am just here to do one simple action.

Swipe.

Or slide? Was it slide?

Whatever. I click Save on my new profile and immediately head over to the settings. Luckily, I can put some pretty restrictive settings in here.

I am a woman, looking for a man.

Within 4 miles.

Within 26 to 32 years old. That seems about right. I don’t actually know how old they are. Seems like a good guess, and I guess I can change it if I need to?

Oh wow.

With a nervous flutter in my chest, I go over to the real app. I feel like I am strolling into the middle of a rodeo in progress. Who are these guys?

Swipe. It is called swipe, I realize.

I can either “swipe left” when a profile pops up, or I can tap on the red X.

Yikes. Just look at them!

I might even recognize some of these cowpokes, but I am going too fast to really let them register. There are some sad dudes out there, I will tell you that.

And some kind of funny ones. Not funny like, ha ha, but funny like “Yowza, what a scary-looking dude.”

And then, boom, there is Harrison’s handsome face. What a smile. My heart squeezes itself.

The little dots underneath his picture mean there are more pictures. I tap carefully, not wanting to click yes or no by mistake just yet.

There are all three of them standing with golf clubs. I have never seen them play golf, but it makes sense. Business owners have to do that kind of thing.

There they are, dressed in suits. This one makes my belly snap like a rubber band. Suits! They grin at each other over lit cigars. They are wearing flower boutonnieres. It looks like a wedding or something.

Shiver.

There I go again. Yeah. I have to admit, I have spent a lot of time staring at these men. I have seen them in a lot of different ways. I have forced myself to stand back at a safe distance.

But holy cow, what a bunch of hunks. Panty-dropping handsome. Belly-shiver handsome.

Oh, look, it’s Boone!

All right, fine.

My thumb only vibrates for a moment before I click the little blue button that means “super like.”

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