Déja

So She Said She Was a Taurus

My phone vibrated vigorously across the coffee table to notify me that I had just matched with a woman named Avalon. My dating profile was a catfish fried hard, nothing serious, but a feast of content nonetheless. I conveyed a toothy grin with a meme that included yoda, which was well-played by me, it being the digital equivalent to, "I think retro is cool, not old." Only to be followed by a photo that never showed my face but silouhetted my body, kind of like the “who’s that Pokémon” segment that airs right before the commercials. Lastly, sprinklings of witty banter garnished with my assumed taste in good music.