Inspired in “A Haiku For Every Girl I’ve Ever Slept With” by Benedict Smith, in chronological order, words about people I’ve met on dating apps.
Oct 26 2014: The rain didn’t stop us a year later.
Aug 10th 2015: I flirted with you teaching a friend how to use Okcupid, you were my only sweet distraction for a while until my sadness couldn’t handle yours, I’m sorry.
Sep 26th 2015: I still owe you that comic about fishes pretending to be pretty humans on Okcupid and having deeply confessional conversations. I love finding young wise beings like you, hope you find yourself too.
Dec 20th, 2015: You’re so vain you probably don’t notice it’s a turn off. The psychiatric you recommended it’s great and I do feel better, thanks.
Jan 24th: I never had an actual date before I met M. It was surprising to find someone who cares about strangers and inspires them, I sent my first short story to a contest a few months ago and I can’t wait to see you again in August.
Feb 28th: H is madly truly deeply in love with N, their love really is like a pop song separated not for an ocean but tax reforms and I’m the intermission with whom he skypes about world history, dutch and kink culture.
May 23rd: An app matched a reencounter in which we swam away from everything, including us.
June 6th: His name predicts our denouement, a succubus can make odysseys epic but a hero always returns home to monoloves and daughters. Keep loving me by trying to break free from the canon, my psychologist it’s amused.
June 21st: G won second place messaging after ≈ six months playing Casper. After untangling ourselves from our situations in seconds and falling into old habits I know nothing but do enjoy 99% of him.
June 23rd: While I was on a date with an Instagram crush she came back from the ashes and won the most unexpected text of the year, I wasn’t having an attack, my heart was just starting to beat normally.