Swipe Right into My Heart
A Tale of Love at First Swipe
After years of searching for her soulmate, Alice had given up hope.
That is until she stumbled upon a dating app that promised to match her with the perfect man.
She swiped left on countless duds until, finally, she found him.
They arranged to meet for dinner, and Alice was smitten at first sight. They talked for hours, and as the night wore on, he reached across the table and took her hand. "Alice," he said. "I think I'm in love with you."
"Oh yeah?" she replied. "Well, I think I left my oven on. Gotta go!"
And with that, she bolted out of the restaurant, leaving him with the bill.
Love at first swipe, indeed.
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Ivory Maxwell
Creative here! Finding a safe haven to write tidbits of stories, I hope to self-publish one day.
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