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Throughout high school, I didn't date. I had people I liked but never admitted it. I would like them from afar. I never talked to them, and I never tried to make myself noticeable. My friends would always push me when they found out I liked someone, trying to get me to talk. But I never did. Mind you, I only had a few friends. They tried to get me to do things like going to parties, but I stayed in the corner and didn't talk.
Now that we are all adults they don't force me as much. Two weeks ago we went to the movies and then to lunch. I enjoyed it because it was a fun activity that didn't require much social interaction. In high school, they tried to get me to go out every week. Now it's one a month. I've started to always use the excuse that I'm busy at work. It usually works. Every once in a while it doesn't.
“Akaashi.” One of my friends said. He was leaning on the table and staring at me. I looked up and didn't speak. “We asked you a question. Would you feel comfortable coming to a wedding even though you don't have a partner? We will all have someone with us.” I took a second to look at them all. Before I could speak another friend grabbed my phone from my pocket and spoke. “We can always help him get a date.” I tried to get my phone back and failed. “What the fuck dude! Give it back!” I yelled reaching for my phone. He handed it back open on a dating app. I gave him a look with a mix of confusion, anger, and annoyance.
“Put your information in and then it will give you girls, or guys, to match with,” he said cocky.
“I know how dating apps work. I'm not doing this. I honestly would rather not go at all,” I responded.
“You're going. And if you won't fill this out then I will” he responded and grabbed the phone back. He finned out every detail.
In the bio, it wrote: I'm looking for a cool guy to come to events and hang out with. Someone who likes volleyball and doesn't mind watching superhero movies.
He added 4 photos of me. One of me playing volleyball and 3 of me hanging out with friends. They weren't the most flattering photos but the worse I look the less people will try to match with me. He handed it back “Now you can start swiping.” I read through my profile. “It's surprising how well you know me,” I said and put my phone back in my pocket. “I think I'm gonna leave before you guys do anything else.” I waved goodbye and started to walk back to my home.
Home for me was a small apartment. It was big enough to have a handful of people over but only able to have two living in it at a time. It had one bedroom and one bathroom. I bought a pull-out couch a while ago incase anyone sleeps over but i use it more for getting comfortable while playing video games.
Once I got back, I dropped my shoes at the door and hung my jacket on the coat rack. I went to the kitchen and started boiling some water for ramen. I pulled up a stool to watch the water. I got tired of waiting and pulled out my phone. I typed in my password and it opened to the dating app. I sighed and started to swipe.
The first guy: left.
The second guy: left.
The third guy: right. He was tall and had a beard. His bio said that he was a PE coach. Matched my job perfectly (he is a high school volleyball coach).
They matched.
“What grade level of PE do you teach?” I texted.
“Elementry. What's your job?” he texted back immediately.
“I am a volleyball coach for a high school”
All that showed was the word BLOCKED.
“WHAT THE FUCK. I BARELY SAID ANYTHING” I yelled and dumped my noodle packet into the water. I exited the texting section and went back to swiping.
The first guy: left.
The second guy: left.
The third guy: left.
The fourth guy: right. His name was Bokuto Kotaro. He was tall. His hair was black with frosted tips. His first photo was one of him beside an owl. They surprisingly looked identical. I smiled as I flipped through his photos. His bio said: “I am a professional volleyball player and love doing new things. My jersey number is 4” with a bunch of smiling and owl emojis. After swiping it didn't directly take me to the chatting section. I assumed he hadn't swiped right on me. “Of course, he wouldn't swipe on me. No way in hell a guy like this would want me” I said to myself as I started to build my ramen bowl. I walked to my table and began to eat.
*BING*
I dropped my chopsticks and grabbed my phone. Bokuto had texted.