Swiped Off Her Feet - Episode 1
by Cara Lockwood
Well, this is awkward — when a dating app pairs you with…
Your ex.
I did NOT mean to swipe right on you. I don’t know what happened!
Me neither. Must be a glitch. Or maybe…
The dating app gods are at work.
Haha, maybe. So how are you? I mean…since…
Since my soulmate walked out of my life nearly a year ago?
Cal, I’m sorry. Ugh.
It’s okay. I’m good, actually. Doing the usual…
Saving kids with cancer?
Trying 🙂 How are you? How’s San Francisco?
Foggy. And all the guys here have mega beards and dress like they’re in a barber shop quartet.
Told you it was the hipster capital of the world.
I thought that was Brooklyn. Speaking of…how’s NYC?
I wouldn’t know. I moved a few months ago.
I’m heading up the pediatrics department at St. Mary’s Hospital in SF.
You’re here?! IN San Francisco?!
Why didn’t you hit me up when you got here?
Because you broke up with me?
Oh, yeah. Right. I’m a jerk.
Nah, I get it—
You’re just a free-love, won’t settle now or maybe ever type. You’re an independent soul.
That’s why I didn’t contact you — because I was respecting your wishes.
But I think we crushed your dad’s dream of us getting back together 😊
He still texts me, btw.
Sorry about that.
Don’t be sorry. Your dad’s awesome, haha.
When I moved, I flew through Chicago. He took me out to dinner.
OMG, DAD! He needs to get over his bromance.
But I love your dad! He’s the best. And you know I don’t mind that he semi-adopted me when my dad died.
Anyway, you should text him. He probably would love to hear from you.
I bet he would. He still tells me I made a mistake breaking up with you.
Well, I mean, you did. But, that’s okay — they’re not mistakes if you learn from them.
Uh-oh, you’re starting to sound like my dad too…
Next, you’ll be saying you’re #Blessed.
Oh, I’m clearly #Blessed. I make a good salary at St. Mary’s—
AND they cover my membership at the gym next door to the hospital.
But you hate the gym!
Used to. But then I realized you were right — I’d let myself go.
So, I decided to get back in shape. Selena helped me.
Selena?
Only the best personal trainer ever.
Cal sends her picture of very sexy, scantily clad trainer.
Wow. She’s…in shape. Geez.
She’s very dedicated to her work, thankfully—
Because she had her work cut out for her with me. I lost twenty pounds!
Oh, I was gonna say…you look fantastic in your profile pic! Good for you.
You’ve got a lot of muscles.
They’re easier to see now that there isn’t so much fat.
You were never fat!
Just a big boned man who loves Doritos. You have a great pic too—
I like the new hair. Blond looks great on you.
I always said you were the most beautiful girl in the world, and you keep proving me right 🙂
And you being the nicest ex-boyfriend in the world makes me feel terrible. Is that the plan?
Is it working?
Sort of.
Wanna hear a weird coincidence?
Sure.
Last time I was home, Dad showed me a binder that had HIS wedding plans for us in it.
How ridiculous is that? I can’t believe he presumed so much!
I don’t think it’s ridiculous. I mean, I did seek his blessing to ask you to marry me.
What?!
I was going to propose…
Before you…broke up with me and moved to SF.
You WERE?!
I got a ring. Your dad helped me pick it out.
He never told me.
Well, it’s kind of a moot point now. Besides, who wants to get married?
Who needs to be tied down to one person forever, right?
Did I say that?
You did and you were totally right. You…and Selena changed my mind.
Wait — you’re DATING your personal trainer?!
Dating is a label, and I’m not sure I believe in labels anymore…
Anyway, it’s just a casual thing. No strings. No commitment.
Who ARE you?!
I thought you were the Relationship Guy.
People change.
Yeah, but, Selena…
She’s…gorgeous. Like, model-gorgeous.
Not compared to you.
Seriously? She’s like three dress sizes smaller than me and has Michelle Obama arms!
Maybe. Regardless, “we can’t just marry the first person we fall in love with! That’s just asking for divorce.”
I said that, didn’t I?
Word for word.
Are you still mad at me?
I was never mad at you, Jenn. Never.
You were really going to propose?
Yes, but that’s not what you wanted. I want you to have what you want.
Maybe I don’t know what I want.
Come on, I bet you have tons of suitors on Spark.
Not that many. Most of them are creepy dudes with neck beards who don’t have jobs.
Ouch.
How about you? Lots of psychotic women with daddy issues?
No. The women I meet are usually pretty nice.
WOMEN, plural?
Listen, I’ve taken up enough of your Saturday. I should let you go—
Besides, I need to go make rounds.
Wait!
Yes?
Maybe we should grab a pizza?
I mean, the dating app gods DID hook us up. We shouldn’t anger them.
Well, who doesn’t love pizza?
That’s what I’m saying!
I don’t know. Should we get your dad’s hopes up like this?
If he finds out we shared a meal…
He might get his wedding binder out.
Haha, you better not be blowing me off because of my dad. You free tonight?
Oof! Sorry. No.
You’re on call?
No.
Ugh, I’m an idiot. You have a date.
Two, actually.
TWO! WTF?! Is one with Selena?
No.
How many girls are you…wait, never mind. I don’t want to know.
I could cancel them.
NO! No, don’t do that—
I don’t want to cramp your style, Cassanova.
How about tomorrow?
Only if you’re not all booked up.
I only have a coffee date tomorrow. I’ll cancel it.
OMG? For real? I was kidding.
Me too. Kind of. So? Pizza?
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