Tinder’s a magical place where you can meet all sorts of people. One night I was on there, swiping, chatting with some people, and I came to this cute, fit, young guy. I swipe right, what do you know, it’s a match. I send a message making a joke about something in his bio, he responds later that night with a joke. We have a good conversation.
Then he says, “so you really don’t remember me?”
Flashback, I’m 16, I need money, I start babysitting. One kid I’d babysit the most was this boy we’ll call Ollie. Ollie was cool. Ollie was chill. Ollie was my favorite kid to babysit for a couple reasons. He was low maintenance, he was pretty mature, his mom paid well, and his mom was kinda hot. That last part obviously isn’t important, but it’s important to me.
So, flashforward 12-ish years. Surprise, Ollie’s grown up hard. I stopped babysitting him once he turned 11, and damn he got big. In a good, muscular way. Very handsome too.
I didn’t recognize him for that reason, and because he was now going by his full name, and because I don’t really know how I was supposed to remember, lol.