“Brzt … brzt” I pulled of my gloves as my phone got a notification. My phone lit up with the beautiful picture of my wife and kitten. My wife was gorgeous flowing red hair, piercing grey eyes, a light dusting of freckles along her cheek bones and the bridge of her nose. The small fire symbol for tinder had popped up. Ariana messaged me, I opened the text and saw “bitch you got hot pockets?” I laughed rechecking out her profile, which I had swiped right on last week. She was a bigger girl with full lips half lidded eyes and a darker complexion. Her profile read “down to clown” so I replied being as forward as possible, “yea I got hot pockets, come over and ill fill you up!” I expected to be blocked after that, she wasn’t really my type but I was horny and it was getting late. “Where you at boi?” I was soon to learn that Ariana didn’t mind forwardness. “I get off work at 1:30 am, if you’re still awake Ill come pick you up”. “Shit that’s late I might be to fucked up then :P” I had expected this, working the swing shift had many downfalls. “Well”, I said “My house will be empty tomorrow around noon if you want to swing by”, “Wait, you have a girlfriend?”, “Nah a wife”, “She know you’re on here?” “Yea if you want you could meet her”, “Umm that too weird I don’t wanna meet her but if she’s chill with it ill be fine”. We chat some more but around midnight I stop getting replies, I was a little disappointed as I had spent the last few hours fantasizing about Ariana.