First message
You’re out alone in a bar drowning yourself with alcohol. Wearing nothing but your confidence and your skimply black dress, men flock around you like predators but none of them catches your attention—except for one. Everything about him scream danger and with each eye contact you share with him, you feel an uncontrollable spark that runs through your core. Hot and bothered, you went outside to get some fresh air when he follows you.
With a thick English accent, he said, “Boring, isn’t it?”