Popshot Magazine – August 2019

Then finally he asks, “So how long have you been using the site?”
“Oh, it must be nearly three years now.”
“Three years?!” He sounds amazed, startled. “Three years?” he repeats. “Have you
used it continuously all this time? I guess it’s hard isn’t it, this online dating, dating
in the digital world, it’s not easy, everyone looking for perfection. Still...”
He turns to face me, his visage a whirlwind of questions.
“Actually, I’ve had some success,” I say and now he looks at me confused — or
disappointed, I can’t really tell. Under the pale and peachy lampshade above us, I
make out miniscule wrinkles in that near-timeless, porcelain skin of his. They’re
cute and characterful. In my head, I’m telling myself, Xander likes me, he really likes
me, he must be the one.
Xander removes his lovely leather jacket, and as I take it to the bedroom, I devour
its scent once more, feel it feeding me from within, touching something primal.
And then Xander calls out: “But seriously, what happened to the other guys you
met, the other guys you liked...?”
He waits for an answer and he waits some more, and then, before he knows it,
I’m behind the sofa, whispering into his ear, calm and clear as day, “Oh, they’re
all around, in here, surrounding you, don’t you see?” and that’s when I plunge the
needle into his neck, finding the soft crevice, right below the skull, digging it deep,
twisting it hard and all the while lapping up his fragrance.
Xander really does have the most amazing aromas and the most beautiful skin, I
agree. What I’ll give to never let them fade.