Mark, 47
- Nicola Webb
- May 7, 2016
- 1 min read
Tinder. It's not what you think. It's effortless and beautifully designed. Communication is easy.
Mark is bronzed and athletic and has a son from whom he is parted.
His sadness and anger seep across his happy emoji.
He sends images of toned abdominals, where his energy and focus lie.
On meeting he is distracted and puts peanuts in a line. Military. I have a great uncle who does the same, with coins.
Golden hair and smile, why can I not find magic in this man? Pain is not attractive.
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