-Daniel POV-
*grinning* Tss... what kind of bio is this ? Is this girl for real ? Never bumped into someone who takes it so seriously on this app although I've been using it for almost 2 months now.
she seems like some type of 70 year old prude ... quite entertaining.
And would you look at that, she didn't even swipe on me yet. Hm, neither did she start talking though. So is she just playing hard to get? And all that is an act? Interesting *smile*
Well, since I can't sleep, I'm sure she'll bore me to it eventually.
Anya, huh ? Let's see what you got, dear.
- 3 hours earlier -
*laying on bed*
GREAT. They're fighting, AGAIN! Honestly, I can't wait to finish uni and leave this hell house for good.
Ever since moving to this country, things didn't get better at all.
*Text message notification* [ unknown number: hey babe. You free tonight ? wanna come over ? ]
Right, I forgot to save the name of this one.
I wonder which one of them she is.
I'd gladly use any excuse to leave this house, but I genuinely can't be asked to pass by any of ...them, now.
I'll just figure out a way to get busy till I fall asleep. What better way than to make new "acquaintances" online.
I'll admit that, even if none of them girls on that app can keep a convo for more than 10 minutes, their clinging and asking for my number after seeing me, never fails to pump my ego. Annoying, but flattering nonetheless. They're a good way to make me forget about.... her.
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And so, Daniel spent a good amount of hours, ignoring texts of girls inviting him to parties or to their house, trying hard to act interested in all the new girls he was texting that night. Of whom names he forgot 5 minutes after they started talking. He was a player. He knew he was a player. He doesn't hide the fact that he is one either.
He has the looks, the body, the money, the attention and the inflated ego that goes with it all. He is aware of why women approach him and he does no effort to hide what he is into either. He felt that his heart was hollow and women could temporarily distract him from that void.
Sure, the app didn't have a profile picture feature, but that didn't stop them from asking to see him. Didn't stop those girls from sending their pictures after seeing what he looks like either ... all kinds of pictures. Although he was never mean, most of his compliments weren't genuine if he had to be honest.
He wasn't there to look for love after all, he thought. This is just a pass time - a pass time that wasn't of the most noble. Since he was aware that even if the vast majority of the girls he chatted with just wanted what he wanted: to hookup. A few were genuine and would seem like "nice girls", which wasn't his type, not the type he needed, at least. But deep down, he did it for their sake, because that's not the type of girls he deserves. He was a believer that you should only accept love when you can give it back and he did not think he had any capacity to give that sort of emotion back. Not anymore.
Daniel never considered himself to be a good person. He's cheated on his girlfriends, got temporary ones for the sake of doing his homework, even got some to make a friend jealous or to prove a point, but he never treated them badly, or so he thought. Cheating apparently was not a big deal in his eyes. He knew his way to women's hearts. That's why so many still reached out to him and couldn't get over him, even after discovering he cheated.
Despite all that, "no innocent girls" was his motto. Not because they were more keen to lack in the experience department or because they would be a bother to deal with. More so because they weren't the type to look for the same thing he was looking for.
Such girls would have their hearts to offer, and despite what anyone might think, he didn't want to break any, or tried not to at least.
As a broken man, he'd only mess with broken women like him, he thought. They knew what they were getting themselves into by being with him, and didn't expect anything more that what he had to offer.
He was done, bored, tired, uninterested but still couldn't get himself to sleep. Thus, pressed that "search for new friend" unwillingly, certain that this was an other waste of time but- wait ... "what on earth is this profile?" he thought. "It looks like someone exploded a piñata in here. Also, how far does this thing go?" He said to himself, trying hard not to laugh out loud while reading it.
It was Anya's profile.