Dating : Model behavior

She was surprised he swiped back because he was so striking looking. The headshots were professional grade, and the other photos had him geared up by a cliff face or about to dive into Lake Geneva, going off his bone structure. Finance, with a business degree from Brazil. What gives?

Her doubts about his realness were somewhat allayed when it turned out they had a mutual friend. “Heard he set up shop outside Boulder.”

“Millennial-friendly adventure hostel I think,” she confirmed, scrolling through the friend’s Facebook page. “The Times reviewed it and he’s now adding camper van rentals.”

“So, how about I bring some beers to the Park after work?”

“I’ll be there.”

For the model, she paired a white tee with boots. The late spring sun cast a hazy glow over the green expanses running along the East River, and she split from her girlfriend at exactly 6.13, after he’d texted his arrival. Her girlfriend agreed to initially monitor the situation from a distance, curious about his modelness. She spotted someone in a cowboy hat where he said he’d parked, a backpack in hand.

As she approached, he didn’t get much taller. And what appeared something gorgeous at a three quarter camera angle seemed straight up bizarre in person, the extra deep-set orbitals and near ninety degree jawline. His shirt collar was also unbuttoned halfway down his chest even though it wasn’t that warm. Her girlfriend had disappeared.

They managed to spend the next two hours ambling along the walkways, distracted by the beginnings of a hippie fair replete with a topless woman in tie dye shorts face painting a child. He helped her finish her beer. She admired the graceful arches of a geodesic dome, where, perhaps, millennial tourists would pay to spend the night.

Because her train was in the opposite direction of his car, he walked her to the west entrance.

“A kiss?”