The Good, the Bad, and the Crazy: The Antics of an Aspiring Writer

I go out dancing tonight Went to hit up the bartender for a little tequila and ice But never made it that far Cause I saw you, alone, drinking whiskey in a corner booth And I just knew I had to have you Dark hair, worn a little too long Eyes that shone brighter than those neon lights Flickering in the window in the dark of night A smile that turned me inside out And melting into a puddle on the ground The sound of your voice as you whisper in my ear Made me wanna get the hell out of here And find a quiet, dark road Where we could be alone Oh whoa Before I knew it, they were yelling last call I couldn't believe we'd talked for that long You asked me if I needed a ride home I knew I sh...

Andy. That is  his name. The guy I met on one of those dating apps I swore I'd never download because I was convinced no decent guy downloaded those things. It was just a place full of creeps and players hoping to find a cute girl to sleep with and dump the next day. Well, I downloaded the app. My friend said it was a great confidence boost when a cute guy matched you. And after one bad run in after another with guys, I was in serious need of a confidence boost. Maybe if a few cute guys matched me, it would give me enough reassurance I wasn't a total loser.  So one day after returning home from an impromptu dinner invitation that led to an after party, I got in bed and proceeded to open the app as I fired up Netflix on my computer. I was swiping left a lot that night. And the few times I swiped right, most didn't lead to a match. And then his profile popped up on my screen. Andy. A  cute blonde a year older than me who loves to peform in musicals and cook. A bit of a game...