Gabby opened her Tinder account, swiping left almost as soon as her finger hit the picture. Brandon’s picture shouted newbie, too green. Paul had been on the site forever, too ripe. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure what he was after. Fred looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy, eww too soft.
Her finger poised in mid-air over Ted’s picture. He stood, smiling into the camera, a backpack thrown over one shoulder, in front of the tallest wall of rocks she’d ever seen. Her finger traced the length of his hard, firm, body, a specimen of perfection. Delicious. Gabby swiped right.
Cool story! Loved the technology angle. Now I want to know what happens next. Jean’s Writing