It's okay.

I'm super liked.

"You've been super liked, keep swiping to see who it is!"
I clicked so fast and was like "WHAT? WHO ACTUALLY TOOK THE TIME TO STOP AND NOT SWIPE RIGHT BUT SWIPE UP ON ME? HE'S THE ONE!" A highlighted blue profile pops up. His name was Ron.
This guy you can tell was super tall, skinny, white guy with arms full of tattoos. He also looked very mexican with facial hair that made him look like some sort of cholo... ok also some Pete Davidson in him, like a sick chihuahua. That was really hot to me. I was completely drooling, from my mouth and my dick no lie. I don't like to say I have a type but that man was a whole type of hot for me. So I wasted no time, swiped right on the man in hopes he gets me pregnant. It was shortly after when we started planning to meet and I was just able to tell that he was pretty eager to meet me. This man wants me guys, he wants to clap these cheeks and make me give birth to tiny chihuahuas! Ok too much..
Next day i'm taking the BART train to Hayward to meet him and I'm just in complete shock. I text him a couple times telling him to be prepared to meet some ugly fat mother fucker and just trying to see if he reconsiders. He doesn't so I just start to think, I'm really doing this. I'm really going to meet someone els off the internet and it's not someones dad on grindr. Reality started to hit when the speaker in the train announced "Hayward Station". I'm just some random 17 year old meeting this guy off of Tinder, What am I getting myself into? Well he's 19, that's not illegal or whatever is it? I keep walking and I suddenly feel really light. Like i'm in a dream and I just completely drifted away from the moment. "I'm in a white car, pulling up now." he says. I open the door and right when I plant myself on the passenger seat I feel my weight fall down and it's like I feel gravity pushing me down again, i'm no longer floating off in a dream. I'm actually right next to him. He's right here. Then it's like i'm suddenly regaining my hearing. I hear him tell me "What are you talking about? You're cute as fuck." I tell him to shut up and my face felt like a whole ass tomato. This man actually thinks i'm cute and he's looking at me like a fucking snack. "You hungry? Let's get some food." Alright bet. He drives up to a McDonalds and says it's his job so he gets the hook up. Ok fine, I like a hustler.