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It's the next day and i have nothing to do. I woke up at one forty-seven so at least I got to sleep in. I roll over and grab my phone off of my bed side table. Time to scroll through **.

I see mainly the same posts. Some art, some hot guy on vacation or something, some really fancy delicious looking food, a dog or too, but I still enjoy the app. I get bored after a while though. Ok, time to switch to twi-toh, hang on. There's an ad. For a lesbian/ bisexual app. "How do they know?" I gasp and sit up.

I stare at the ad for a while. It's moving through pictures of happy looking women at dinners and smiling faces at parties all on its own, like a slide show. It's calling to me, telling me to download it. "Should I?" I whisper aloud. I should, I think. I do anyway.

It takes about three minutes to download and I open it hesitantly. It's a very nice app. Of course, I have to put the whole first name, last name, date of birth, username and make a STRONG password but finally, Im in. And I'm nervous. Why the hell am I nervous, it's an app?

Okay, now it's showing me how to use it, swipe left, swipe right and all that good stuff. And now it's up to me. Okay, this is new territory,This is cool, Its fine. I add my ** and twitter profiles so that people can reach me and whatnot. And then I begin swiping. I swipe left on a lot of profiles, none of them really catch my eye. I swipe one more.

"Bling" a new message.

It's a girl named Lauren, 28, lives nearby. She says hi.

I deleted the app. It was too much. One person messaged me and I was to afraid to reply. What if I didn't live up to their expectation? And what would I have replied in return? She said hi! Like was it a friendly hi or an I wanna hookup hi? I can't read into these things, or maybe I'm trying to dig too deep. She probably just wants a friend. Wait- what do I want?

I sit and think for a moment. My mind goes quiet. It's an empty, dry ass desert with no answers. My brain is a tumbleweed.

Do I want a relationship? A hookup?

I think about all those erotica stories I read online because I'm too afraid someone will go through my history and find lesbian porn. Sometimes I imagine myself in those situations, less dominant of course because I am a p***y, I just don't let anyone else know it. I get out of bed and head to the kitchen. My mom already left for work.

I do really want to experience a relationship. And of course I'm curious about s*x. With both genders. But I'm not a go-getter so I'll probably be alone forever. Welcome to my sorry life.

I go to the refrigerator and get an apple and orange juice for breakfast, then I go bag into my room and dive onto the bed. When I flip over, I notice that I have a new notification on **. I swipe my phone from the bedside table where I placed it and open it. It says someone followed me. I open up the profile and you guys...

IT'S THE GIRL FROM THE f*****g TARGET!!!