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âThe fact that youâre smarter than them is a fact, not a brag,â she reminds Natalie. âTheyâll have to be okay with that when they meet you. Youâre smarter than most people I know, anyway. But, alright, we wonât necessarily say that,â she grins as Natalie recites what sheâd like on her profile, and Emma bursts out laughing when her friend does. âOkay, wow, way too much,â she says. âI love you, and that was brilliant, of course, but thatâll attract fuckboys who pretend to be smart and literate to get into your pants,â she assures her. âHere,â she clears her throat and begins to type, narrating out loud. âNatalie. Call me Nat. Iâm a writer looking for inspiration in different places. Just feeling things out right now. Donât contact me for ONS.â She looks over at Natalie. âAnything else you deem important enough?â
âYeah, youâd think that because weâre friends but if a stranger sees it, could be a turn off for them, you know.â She told Emma, knowing very every angle on how she can get rejected as if she was preparing for the worst already. Although, Nat gave her a sweet grin, appreciating her compliments. When she tried to express as if she was writing, Emma suddenly bursts out of laughter and she did so too, covering her face of embarrassment. âGod, this is going to be so terrible for me.â She already assumed but still laughing at herself. âIâm smart, though, remember? Iâd know how to turn them down if they just want in on some bed action.â She defended with confidence but Natalie knew herself that if she gets struck and blinded by charm, she loves hard. As Emma completed her profile, Natalie let out a sigh before shrugging. âI guess...thatâs it. Time to swipe now, right? Do you think Iâd find someone from the complex? Thatâd be weird...and awkward.â

















