Mabel : 15 minutes

Right before I came out of the gate, I thought of writing about all of that, the entire inspection of what happened, how that happened and what could have happened. Organized the hypothesis, created the regular expressions and wrote the algorithm in my mind. Therefore, the three different results: two for what and one for how was a pretty clear indication to take care of my actions in future. Well, I have answers to what happened and how that happened, but to answer what could have happened caused the most blood circulations in my veins. So, let’s start with that.

He was well mannered, semi-small black but intense eyes, I didn’t notice his nose, ear, cheek, but his neckbones which were sharp and attractive. The veins were visible on his hands when he delivered a glass of water with one hand and held by my waist with the other. I couldn’t finish drinking the water he started to kiss on my neck. I stepped back a little. He stopped. “You thirsty much?” said him. “I just dropped by your studio to catch up, you have a nice workstation,” I said. “Umm, it would be nicer if you take off your shirt” He said. Then he pushed me on the bed.

Now, going back to the inspection of what could have happened; the scenario I described above is the very first thing which was very obvious to happen since I dropped by his studio like a stupid piece of a desperate but working lady when everyone left but only him. How I was expecting to have a cup of coffee and a conversation was nowhere near to match with the thoughts I was having then. “I should have done the hypothesis earlier than now” I thought. It was about 2400 sq ft studio with cc cameras everywhere. While he was showing me his projects on VR and AR, I noticed there were paintings of different artists on the walls. On one white wall, there was a painting of a big face with a lot of eyes. What if this person was a serial killer and after every deduction, he drew one pair of eyes on that big face? I was clearly seeing my eyes on that wall.

Tinder is here to blame for my answer to how that happened. I found him on Tinder. We both swiped right!

“Sorry, that I let you down” I said. “No, you didn’t let me down, you just let my d*** down, that’s okay” “It was nice talking to you” said him. “Thank you, bye, take care!” I said and left his studio. That’s how I ended my 15 minutes of Tinder date.

I’m Mabel, 24 years old working girl, living in Dhaka city and trying to be friendly