I found her on OKcupid, we’d spent weeks texting and a few phone call before she felt comfortable meeting me in person. We kept it casual with a trip to the local coffee bean, it’s a cheap way to gage if there’s anything worth pursuing. I’d made the mistake of judging her by her appearance. She’s fair skinned, her neck is long and slender. She was tall, at least my height in her little platform flats. Her hair was mostly brunette but it had a prominent addition of auburn in it, she considered herself a ginger. She wore a yellow sundress she’d asked me to look out for with patterns of orange swirls. She wasn’t wearing makeup, she “didn’t believe in it”. But her eyebrows were expertly taken care of, and her skin was meticulously moisturized head to toe.
No tattoos, no piercings, no bags under her eyes. I’d just finished draining my social circles in a heavily metal community of dating prospects, so she seemed tame by comparison. I felt like I was a noticeable contrast. It was hot so I was wearing a light pair of black shorts, a breathable grey button down over a black tank top. I wore my hair combed back with coconut oil and a pair of knock off raybands. My skin is already light brown but the work I’d done outside had lightly tanned a shade or two darker onto me.