He rattles off a list perfectly
worded for a bio
meant for girls other than me.
But I’m caught up in it...
in him.

I glance at the muddy brown of his eyes
and the narrow angle of his face.
I sink deeper, holding on to the intonation
of his voice as he speaks;
All while attempting to not smile
when I realize we share yet another
thing in common.

So I tell him horror stories,
swipes gone wrong, in hopes that
Maybe he’ll pause, see me, and
swipe right on reality instead.