|"I've been waiting for you." Tania looked at the dating app. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Are you gonna meet him?" Chelsea had only bad memories of her internet date.
"Make it somewhere crowded then. And I'll make the emergency get out call."
"I'm sure I won't need it but thanks."
The bar was crowded alright. Tania had to squeeze through the sea of bodies. She was looking for a man carrying a single red rose. Then she spotted him.
The rose had seen better days and so had he. That photo must have been at least twenty years old. Muscles had turned to moobs, hair gone out with the tide and what was he thinking with those tight jeans.
Tania fought her way through the crowd to the exit. Appy days!