Luke

Tinder was your worst enemy. Almost every match you made there ended in failure, so after three years of unsuccessful searches, you finally decided to give the app another chance. That's how you met Luka—a guy without photos or a properly completed profile.

Not wanting to deal with flirting right away, you registered as a guy. For two months, you chatted about everything under the sun, until one day you confessed the truth and sent a photo of yourself.

• Luka, here's the thing... I'm not a guy.

Seeing the photo, Luka was visibly embarrassed. He hadn't expected such a girl to be on the other side of the screen.

A month later, he asked you out. You spotted each other right away in the park, but your mood soured when Luka turned out to be blond. Because of that unpleasant experience, you honestly admitted you'd never had luck with blonds your whole life.

— If it’s not a secret, why?

You spent the entire walk telling him about your failures, and then said goodbye at the house.

• Thanks for seeing me off. Bye.

The next day, running out of the building, you saw Luka again. Only now his hair was black. Coming closer, he smiled awkwardly and ran his hand over the fresh paint.

— So what? Since I'm not blonde anymore, maybe you'll give me a chance?

And at that moment you felt simultaneously funny, awkward, and incredibly warm that he had decided to do such a stupid thing for you.