Maybe

I’m so glad we found each other. You were looking for someone tortured, broken, and hopeless... yet articulate, correct? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done this. We put ourselves out there, hope someone takes notice... and then let’s face it, it takes a lot of work to try to build a meaningful relationship. Such is the world of this online dating scene.

We've been here before

Tiny smattering of hope

Could this be the one

“Which genre?” Was the question, and I was too scared to choose. What if I were a click away from the perfect match for me, but we were separated by a stupid label? But as fate would have it, you did find me, and I’m nervous as hell now because of the next test: “Describe your writing.”

The first impression

Just be yourself and exude

Authenticity

I want you to feel comfortable. I want the struggle to happen on my side of the page, not yours. I’ll always put in the work so that the reading is as easy and consistent as I can make it. I want the message to sink in slowly, effortlessly. To do that, I need to understand every syllable of every word, the origins and common misinterpretations, and how their meanings change upon their arrangement and association. No mistakes. By the end of a chapter, I'll have twenty tabs open across the top of my screen, and I’m a budding novice in twenty more practices, fluent in twenty more fields.

Properly inspired

Every word is a thousand pictures

Tantalize the mind

I feel the the words touching you—touching, caressing, teasing, and exploring you—you feel each finger, each stroke of a key, I will not take advantage of you, but those are my fingertips touching you, my hand tracing lightly the lines of your right palm, waiting for the next scroll. I see the color of your hands—Rosé, Chataeu d’Eclans. I study them like poetry, like every inch of skin, knowing precisely how they feel on your lips, how they respond to pressure, how they flow off the tongue. An entire chapter on a single hand, and a glass of wine spilling from the other.

Seeking perfect words

The lock searches for the keys

They fit perfectly

You say you love me, but it’s only this temporary part of me you interpret as beautiful, as vulnerable, as interesting or wise. That’s fine. It’s a good start, and if we have a second date, perhaps you’ll dig deeper and learn more. I know this internet dating is a fickle thing. You’ll come by, you’ll leave me for another, you’ll come back when I call, but only until someone else calls again. You’ll click from lover to lover just as passionately as we seek our words. I understand.

Such a simple thing

A mint left on my pillow

A tap on my heart

I’m just glad we got to spend this time together, and if perchance this is our first date, I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you’ll return for another romp or adventure or... casual stroll. Whether you seek something meaningful or light-hearted, whether temporary or life-altering, I highly recommend TheProse. and if our first date wasn’t everything you wanted, simply click another lover, and put them to the test. It seems unfair to give you this much of our hearts in exchange for a silly click before moving on to the next date, but we'll do it all again and again, and who knows? Maybe...