How did I end up in this bar?
I swiped right and ended up planning to meet a guy for a hookup and or free food. Hopefully the free food comes first.
Now I’m waiting.
I’m waiting for a guy who may or may not look like his picture
I’m waiting on a guy who may be a psycho and would kidnap and use my skin as a coat.
I don’t care. I’m ready for some hot wings and tater tots.
My date finally shows up. He’s wearing a black button down shirt and black jean.
His hair cut into a nice fade
From where I sat, I could tell he smelled good.
He looks way better than his Tindr photos.
He approached me
He spoke to me
I mentioned the hot wings
He bought me hot wings
This is the man I am going to marry.
About the Creator
Savannah McCain
I'm just a potato trying to become the best vodka I can be. My writing has no purpose. When I write, I write what is on my mind at the time. Some days I can write something funny and sweet, and others I would write something dark.
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