Married But Dating
I'm on vacation and I figured I would share something I wrote a while back. Last year I was attempting to write flash fiction and this is a story I came up with. Flash Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about online dating in less than 500 words. Drop your feedback in the comments and tell me what you think. Do you have any online dating stories to share?
His photo was right in the banner for SingleSearch.com. I hate it when I click a link and it takes me to a website’s home page and not the actual image. Thank God, I don’t have to register just to search profiles.
I never would’ve considered putting myself out there in the virtual dating world. I’m a married woman after all. Looking at these profiles, makes me wonder why anyone would.
Under the title, “Dressing for Love”, was a picture of a guy wearing an armpit stained fuchsia shirt that hugged his engorged belly and khaki pants. His profile says he was fashion conscious with an athletic build looking for the same. He failed to mention he needed glasses because anyone thinking he was a match probably needed them too.
This site is mainly for scumbags. I don’t know how long I can stand searching these profiles before I find the right one. After scrolling 128 pages with photos of men lying, most of them half-naked, I felt like giving up. It's possible they were using his image for advertising. I've heard of a lot of people having their images stolen for such purposes. Maybe I didn’t see the man I thought was my soul mate flicker across my computer screen.
Wait! Yes, there he is, my Adonis, my king. His profile said he is single, with no kids, looking for that special someone, long-term. How sad is it I’m here on a singles dating site looking at this man and I’m supposedly happily married. We have three kids who all look like their father and I once believed I had already found my special someone, long-term.
In his profile picture, he was sitting in a beach chair bare-chested as he flashed a set of sexy white teeth for the camera. The sun kissed his skin with perfection on that day. The backdrop was a place I knew well. It was where I spent my honeymoon.
Curiosity swept over me as I click on “read comments and live chat” with hesitation. I was slightly relieved but a bit pissed when the registration screen popped up and requested my credit card number. Only premium members could view comments it read. I had to see more. I wasn’t satisfied just viewing his picture.
I went to my husband and shamefully asked for his credit card. I know, this was bold of me. He was on his computer and he said he was finishing a report for work when I asked for it. He didn’t bother to question me or even look my direction as I retrieved it from his wallet.
As I typed in the numbers and accessed the profile, the shame of getting his credit card disappeared. 1000 comments to and from women loaded on my screen. In the live chat, there he was making plans with a woman calling herself, Spicy Red. “See you in a few Adonis,” she said to my soul mate, my king, my husband.
His photo was right in the banner for SingleSearch.com. I hate it when I click a link and it takes me to a website’s home page and not the actual image. Thank God, I don’t have to register just to search profiles.
I never would’ve considered putting myself out there in the virtual dating world. I’m a married woman after all. Looking at these profiles, makes me wonder why anyone would.
Under the title, “Dressing for Love”, was a picture of a guy wearing an armpit stained fuchsia shirt that hugged his engorged belly and khaki pants. His profile says he was fashion conscious with an athletic build looking for the same. He failed to mention he needed glasses because anyone thinking he was a match probably needed them too.
This site is mainly for scumbags. I don’t know how long I can stand searching these profiles before I find the right one. After scrolling 128 pages with photos of men lying, most of them half-naked, I felt like giving up. It's possible they were using his image for advertising. I've heard of a lot of people having their images stolen for such purposes. Maybe I didn’t see the man I thought was my soul mate flicker across my computer screen.
Wait! Yes, there he is, my Adonis, my king. His profile said he is single, with no kids, looking for that special someone, long-term. How sad is it I’m here on a singles dating site looking at this man and I’m supposedly happily married. We have three kids who all look like their father and I once believed I had already found my special someone, long-term.
In his profile picture, he was sitting in a beach chair bare-chested as he flashed a set of sexy white teeth for the camera. The sun kissed his skin with perfection on that day. The backdrop was a place I knew well. It was where I spent my honeymoon.
Curiosity swept over me as I click on “read comments and live chat” with hesitation. I was slightly relieved but a bit pissed when the registration screen popped up and requested my credit card number. Only premium members could view comments it read. I had to see more. I wasn’t satisfied just viewing his picture.
I went to my husband and shamefully asked for his credit card. I know, this was bold of me. He was on his computer and he said he was finishing a report for work when I asked for it. He didn’t bother to question me or even look my direction as I retrieved it from his wallet.
As I typed in the numbers and accessed the profile, the shame of getting his credit card disappeared. 1000 comments to and from women loaded on my screen. In the live chat, there he was making plans with a woman calling herself, Spicy Red. “See you in a few Adonis,” she said to my soul mate, my king, my husband.
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