The Emotional Cost of Endless Swiping

Today it started.

I met a dressed-up stranger at a cliff.

Yes, I know it sounds crazy, and it was.

A hundred meters up we were going to jump straight off the cliff in a bungee jump.

Did I mention I hate heights?

And why was he dressed up?

Well, because if I jumped, he was going to take me to The View.

For those of you who don’t know, it’s the most awesome restaurant you can imagine.

It’s so exclusive that I couldn’t even afford to pass outside it, if you know what I mean.

So, there we stood, and I had a couple of seconds to make up my mind.

And what did I do?

You might think I did it?

Yes.

I did it.

And you might think I did it for The View?

No.

I did it for the experiment.

You see, I have to get through this experiment for my grades.

But that’s not actually why I’m doing this.

I thought so, but after today, I realized that this is about more than my grades.

It’s about finding out who I am.

Who can be loyal to me?

And maybe most of all, whether I can be loyal to myself.

I think this experiment is opening something up in me.

I’m a little confused right now.

I haven’t gotten over that hope yet.

The jump went well.

He jumped with me in his tailcoat.

I’ll have to write about the feeling later.

I haven’t digested it yet, but the fact is that the visit to The View was nowhere near the feeling after the jump.

Take care of yourselves, darlings, and I’ll see you after the next date.

I have no idea what it’s going to be.

Comments:

SpansihHotChili : You are loco.

BellaFleur : Never would.

Hottie2009: <3

Babydoll 7615: Are you going to see him again?

NIKKI: That’s for the experiment to decide.

The hardest part was never finding someone. It was daring to feel something.