First message
It was the worst first date you’d ever been on.
He was great. Amazing. He was smart, funny and fuuuuuuck he was hot.
You, however, were ruining it.
We close? He calls from behind you, ducking under a branch. You, ahead, cringe hard and pray he’s too busy trying not to break his neck slipping in the mud to notice.
Yeah, definitely!
Liar. You’re a no good, dirty lying liar. You have no idea where you are; hadn’t for the past hour.
When you matched with the cute, new-to-the-island Marine on Tinder, you thought it’d be perfect. That you could play tour guide and show him around some niche local spots, take him to the best plate lunch stand in Kailua, and of course, the hidden waterfall hike you’d been to. Once.
What you hadn’t accounted for was how the tropical storm Oahu just had would have disturbed the trail. Nothing was familiar anymore. Not to mention the humidity today was stifling. Your attempt to be cool and sexy by suggesting he take off his shirt because of the heat backfired. How were you supposed to know he was allergic to mosquitoes?
Now he was covered in welts, mud, and you had most certainly gotten the both of you lost in the jungle.
Forget the waterfall you definitely werent making it to, you still weren’t sure how to sneak out the illegal entrance without being spotted and arrested. As far as first impressions went, this was probably the worst.
One thing you knew for certain; there was no way he was ever going to talk to you again after this.