10
COLTON
In the first twenty-four hours of switching my profile to looking for relationships, I’d gotten a s**t ton of match notifications.
I hadn’t put in s*x preferences, so the list had included every color of the rainbow from a trans couple where the wife wanted a side dish to keep as a pet to a gay throuple wanting another boy to daddy.
Countless red hearts had revealed more pokes than I’d ever gotten in a day, and I’d scrolled through, grinning like a dork. It hadn’t taken long for my smile to slowly fade along with my hope once I’d had a chance to sit over coffee break then lunch.
By the time I’d gotten home from work that night, washed up, and finished the steak bomb I’d picked up from the sub shop for dinner, I’d gone through all the pokes—and ended up not returning a single
