Catfishing On Plenty of Fish
She decided she would have blonde hair. Done.
She would be svelte and pretty. Done.
She would be dressed as a faerie. Done.
She would be dainty and lovely. Done.
He decided he would be handsome. Done.
He would be debonair and distinguished. Done.
He would be dressed in clothes he never wore. Done.
They met for lunch. Neither looked anything like their photos.
I thought you would be younger, she said.
I thought you would be single, he said.
No wonder they were married.
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