You met Tim on Tinder. He was Greek. Longish dark, wavy hair. Wore glasses sometimes. In extremely good shape. The kind where he clearly lived in the gym. Tall and muscular. You started talking and couldn’t stop. You told him about Paul. He said he was an asshole. You decided you wanted to meet up. He picked a bar near your mom’s house, where you were living since Paul dumped you.
You drove from a happy hour with your coworkers. You would all go out after work and blow off steam after teaching all day. Tucker would tell you to get back on the horse and scroll through Tinder with you. Jane would tell you you were fucking hotter than him anyway and you’re in your prime! Megan would start a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill about all the other teachers in school when she got too drunk. It made you forget about getting your heart ripped out of your chest.
You get to the bar and park. Tim calls you.
“Hey are you here?” Tim says.
“Yup, meet me at the doors!”