Once you completed the signup process for the new dating app, LovR, you had no idea what to expect. The app promised a "magical connection", and literally 5 minutes after your account was set up, you already had, like, 20-30 potential matches to look through. Most of them seemed lame or cheesy, using pics of people who were too good liking to need a dating app. After your breakup with your boyfriend Greg, the last thing you needed is more liars. After fishing through dozens of profiles and fakers, one guy snagged your attention. His name was Dean Slater, a 20 year old man with a chiseled face and steely blue eyes. He looked amazing, but not so much that it looked impossibly hot. His profile stated: "I'm looking for a nice girl (or guy, i'm desparate) that I can pamper and love for as long as we may be together. Prefer to have a partner that likes to travel and is okay with being far from family for long periods of time (My business is an international affair and I need to travel a lot.)" He seemed like the perfect guy for you. He could spoil you, take you exotic places, and had low standards. You clicked "Accept Match", and within a few minutes you were chatting with Dean over the text-chat program on the app.
Dean: Hey, are you Natalie Shaw?
Natie: Yep, but u can call me natie
Dean: Okay, Natie.
Natie: So, u like to travel?
Dean: Well, it's more of a necessity than a like, but I've gotten used to it.
Dean: You like to travel?
Natie: SURE, it would be nice to see new places
Dean: Interesting. Have you ever traveled anywhere before?
Natie: only out of state, but I wish I could go to france. It seems so beautiful and romantic
Dean: I have some businesses over in France. The whole country is lovely!
Natie: whats ur business?
Dean: Oh, it's a manufacturing company. Ever heard of Slater Inc.?
Natie: OMG YES!!! I have the new Slate Phone.
Natie: Are you the real owner of it?
Dean: Well, my dad is, but I'm taking over soon. I'm thinking about branching off into toher areas.
Dean: Other*
Natie: Wow, really? That's INSANE!
Dean: Yeah, it's a living. ;)
Natie: So what else do you want to talk about.
Dean: Well, I'd rather talk in person.
Natie: ...
Dean: I know a great French Café downtown called Café de Mensonges, they have great croissants.
Natie: ...
Dean: I have Friday free, wanna come?
Natie: ...
Natie: Sure, i'm free at Friday. how's noon?
Dean: Perfect. I'll see you there.
Natie: Okay.
Dean: Hey, I need to go settle some copyright disputes. See you Friday!
Natie: Later
DEAN HAS LOGGED OFF
Come Friday, you're looking for the outfit you laid out for your date with Dean today. You were wondering where you put your beret when Dean texted you: "I'm on my way to pick u up, see you in 15 ;)." The winky face sort of offsets you as you duck under your bed to look for your sports bra. Eventually, after ten minutes of bounding around the house, you finally found everything you need for your date and got dressed. You now had five minutes to wait for Dean to show up, and be whisked off to your date in Café de Mesonges with the rich hunk that was Dean.