When Angie Martinelli stumbled across the brunette's profile in the early hours of the morning, her heart did a little flip flop and her mouth fell open in surprise. She almost dropped the coffee she was carrying but fortunately managed to right it before spilling liquid everywhere.
She sat on the edge of the couch and quickly began scrolling through the woman's photos, excitement growing with each new picture. To say she was gorgeous would be an understatement, and Angie wasn't just basing this on the stunning bikini photo (although that picture certainly helped reinforce her opinion). This woman exuded class. It was clear as a day, and Angie, who wore her heart on her sleeve, was immediately smitten. So she sent a wink and a short hello message to Miss Union Jack before heading off to shower and get ready for work. She crossed her fingers and hoped for the best, but deep down, if she was going to be honest with herself, she never really expected a reply. A woman like Miss Union Jack seemed way out of her league, plus she lived on the West Coast, but Angie had always been a bit of a dreamer and figured she'd get nowhere in life if she didn't at least take a chance, so what the hell.
That had been almost 15 hours ago, and after the day she'd had, online dating and Miss Union Jack were the furthest things from Angie's mind. She'd just stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her hair and an oversized t-shirt falling off her shoulder, reading to call it a night, when she heard her phone ding. It was almost 11 p.m. and, although she had several friends who were undoubtedly still up and about, Angie couldn't imagine why any of them would be texting her so late. Unless they drunk texting. God, she hoped not. She wasn't up for that. Not tonight.
Impatiently padding over to the bed, she grabbed her phone and swiped the screen open, ready to send back a scathing response if Dottie had sent her something stupid, but when she saw the notification from the dating app, her face lit up in a grin and she began to bounce up and down.
"Oh my God! She replied!" she shrieked dancing across the floor. "I can't believe it!"
Her earlier frustration instantly forgotten, Angie quickly scanned Miss Union Jack's response, delighting in the woman's formality and adorable lack of familiarity with the online dating scene.
"Being that cute should be criminal," Angie giggled. She hit the reply button and began typing her response.
Well hi there! So excited to get your reply. We all have those one or two friends like that, but I'm sure glad they set up a profile for you, because a smile like yours is too pretty to keep hidden! I was surprised to see a profile like yours on this site because hello, have you looked in a mirror? ;D
I've been doing this for a year now but haven't had much luck. I've had a few dates here or there, but nothing worth tweeting about. In fact, I was about to throw in the towel when you popped up!
So anyhow… I'm an actress here in NYC – well, trying to be! I've had a few off-off Broadway roles, and I've starred in a couple of shows at a local playhouse. My dream is to see my name in lights at the Gershwin, but when I'm not on stage, I work as a barista (I won't blame you if you stop reading right now!). It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills! Besides, I know I have what it takes to make it big someday. I'm just waiting for my break.
What about you? Miss Union Jack makes me think you might be from England? What do you do? Hope to hear from you soon!
PS – My favorite color is periwinkle blue. Yours? Coffee or tea?
Angie sat back and re-read her message making sure it was fun and flirty but not too flirty. She checked the spelling one last time and then, finally satisfied, hit the send button.
"All right, Miss Union Jack," she grinned, crossing her fingers. "Let's see if you like what you read!"