human body.
First, he changed the location preferences to the area her college was in, then he set the age range at eighteen to twenty-three. He knew twenty-three was a bit on the steep side, but her Prince Charming might just end up being five years older. A grad student, perhaps? He began the search and shook his head at every guy he saw, swiping down to everyone. Then he paused as he realized he was going to have to be less picky. He had high standards for Sutton, but he knew he needed to let that go a bit. He needed to be open-minded.
Cole spent the next hour or so fooling around on Sutton’s Matchbox account. He had chosen to swipe up for a few possible matches. Now, all he had to do was wait to see if they found her suitable as well.
SUTTON WASN’T SURE what to write on Cole’s Matchbox profile. She knew him really well, but she couldn’t exactly post things like his irrational fear of garden hoses or that time he threw up all over his gym teacher sophomore year. She closed her eyes for a minute, trying to think about what she would want to read on someone’s profile. She then began to type:
I’m not sure what I’m looking for on here. I’m just a city boy turned small town football player. I have no idea what I’m going to major in. All I know is I want to enjoy the ride. I want someone to laugh with, someone to make happy. There’s nothing I love more than making someone happy. I won’t prattle on about how I love the outdoors and country music, like mostly every other guy on here does. I don’t like country music and I don’t like bugs. I live a simple life. I just want someone to enjoy it with me. My deepest, darkest secret is that I went to a Britney Spears concert once … and I enjoyed it. My family and friends come before all else. I’m a loyal guy and I always hold the door open for a lady.
Sutton figured that would do for now. She could always edit it later. Now to pick out some pictures. She chose a few of her favorites from his Instagram photos. Then she started searching.
She shook her head as she flipped through the crappy selection of girls near his college. None of them seemed like his type, but she guessed the whole point was that they were forcing each other away from their respective types. So, she decided to be less judgmental.
She found a couple girls who could possibly be a good fit. One of them was a horseback rider from Wisconsin, another a gymnast from New York City. Now for the waiting game.
I’M A COUNTRY boy with an affinity for cow-tipping. If you’re looking for a blanket on a cold night, look no further. I’ve got you, girl. Stepping over a puddle? Guess who’s got a jacket to lay down for you? Me, I do. Flat tire? You bet I’ve got the jack you need. I’m the cherry on your sundae, the milk in your cereal, the waves in your ocean. Whatever you need … look no further. Because all you need is a little Chad in your life.
Chad: I know what you’re thinking. ‘Cheeses Christ, I’m grate but this guy could be cheddar. O queso, he has some humor problems, but I don’t want to make him brie forever provolone, because then he would be bleu. I just swiss I could make sure he was a gouda guy so I could get parmesan to get to know him more….’
Hi, I’m Chad. I like cheesy puns and am also having a surprisingly boring day at work.
Sutton: Who doesn’t like a good cheese pun?
Chad: I know, right? So, do you go to Hardman?
Sutton: Yeah, I just started. What about you?
Chad: It’s my second year. Do you have a major yet?
Sutton: Creative writing.
Chad: Nice! I’m a psych major. I decided on that major last year when I took human sexuality. It was really interesting.
Sutton : I bet.
Chad: LOL. Not like that!
Sutton: Suuuuure.
Chad: So, do you need an experienced navigator to show you around campus sometime?
Sutton: Experienced navigator, huh?
Chad: Yes, indeed.
Sutton: Maybe I’d be foolish to pass on that
First, he changed the location preferences to the area her college was in, then he set the age range at eighteen to twenty-three. He knew twenty-three was a bit on the steep side, but her Prince Charming might just end up being five years older. A grad student, perhaps? He began the search and shook his head at every guy he saw, swiping down to everyone. Then he paused as he realized he was going to have to be less picky. He had high standards for Sutton, but he knew he needed to let that go a bit. He needed to be open-minded.
Cole spent the next hour or so fooling around on Sutton’s Matchbox account. He had chosen to swipe up for a few possible matches. Now, all he had to do was wait to see if they found her suitable as well.
SUTTON WASN’T SURE what to write on Cole’s Matchbox profile. She knew him really well, but she couldn’t exactly post things like his irrational fear of garden hoses or that time he threw up all over his gym teacher sophomore year. She closed her eyes for a minute, trying to think about what she would want to read on someone’s profile. She then began to type:
I’m not sure what I’m looking for on here. I’m just a city boy turned small town football player. I have no idea what I’m going to major in. All I know is I want to enjoy the ride. I want someone to laugh with, someone to make happy. There’s nothing I love more than making someone happy. I won’t prattle on about how I love the outdoors and country music, like mostly every other guy on here does. I don’t like country music and I don’t like bugs. I live a simple life. I just want someone to enjoy it with me. My deepest, darkest secret is that I went to a Britney Spears concert once … and I enjoyed it. My family and friends come before all else. I’m a loyal guy and I always hold the door open for a lady.
Sutton figured that would do for now. She could always edit it later. Now to pick out some pictures. She chose a few of her favorites from his Instagram photos. Then she started searching.
She shook her head as she flipped through the crappy selection of girls near his college. None of them seemed like his type, but she guessed the whole point was that they were forcing each other away from their respective types. So, she decided to be less judgmental.
She found a couple girls who could possibly be a good fit. One of them was a horseback rider from Wisconsin, another a gymnast from New York City. Now for the waiting game.
I’M A COUNTRY boy with an affinity for cow-tipping. If you’re looking for a blanket on a cold night, look no further. I’ve got you, girl. Stepping over a puddle? Guess who’s got a jacket to lay down for you? Me, I do. Flat tire? You bet I’ve got the jack you need. I’m the cherry on your sundae, the milk in your cereal, the waves in your ocean. Whatever you need … look no further. Because all you need is a little Chad in your life.
Chad: I know what you’re thinking. ‘Cheeses Christ, I’m grate but this guy could be cheddar. O queso, he has some humor problems, but I don’t want to make him brie forever provolone, because then he would be bleu. I just swiss I could make sure he was a gouda guy so I could get parmesan to get to know him more….’
Hi, I’m Chad. I like cheesy puns and am also having a surprisingly boring day at work.
Sutton: Who doesn’t like a good cheese pun?
Chad: I know, right? So, do you go to Hardman?
Sutton: Yeah, I just started. What about you?
Chad: It’s my second year. Do you have a major yet?
Sutton: Creative writing.
Chad: Nice! I’m a psych major. I decided on that major last year when I took human sexuality. It was really interesting.
Sutton : I bet.
Chad: LOL. Not like that!
Sutton: Suuuuure.
Chad: So, do you need an experienced navigator to show you around campus sometime?
Sutton: Experienced navigator, huh?
Chad: Yes, indeed.
Sutton: Maybe I’d be foolish to pass on that
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