Although there is no direct answer, an average person comes across 27 thousand humans per day, at least that is what Google claims. Within that wide, digital number, a handful of humans also claim to believe that you are to meet your soulmate, even if it's just for a few seconds.
This is a theory. An Internet hashtag that misleads innocent people and baits them into believing that they are living in a fairytale dream where you find your prince charming coincidentally. Your Aladdin to your Jasmin, Sarawat to Tine, and so on..
21 year old, Atltair Ramos, soon became a victim of the internet's widespread lie on an uneventful Thursday night when he stumbled across a gay dating website while doing his philosophy research. He matched with a tall, dark brunette who had a sleeve tattoo on his entire right arm. His entire body was a living fantasy, something you'd only see in cartoons or read about in books. A full 8 pack and large biceps that made him intimidating. His body wasn't the only attractive thing to Altair, but he also had a good looking face. His dark eyebrows that were slightly furrowed and his sharp dark brown eyes could pierce right into someone. Most importantly, his lips weren't small. With his face and body, this man already had Altair at a chokehold.
Having been surrounded by couples all over his campus, Altair impulsively matched himself with the attractive, model like human. He even already began planning dates and romantic encounters that may cause a sharp pain for his monotonous mornings. Being blinded by lustful wants, the raven haired male ignored every single red flag that called for his attention. He ignored the fact that the website wasn't extremely trustworthy. He ignored the fact that the 'model like superhuman,' had nothing in his bio except for his age. Even worse, he ignored the fact that the profile wasn't even verified. Still, the lonely male happily planned himself a date for Friday at 7pm with this stranger who could just end up being a 70 year, perverted catfish.
Forward on to Friday night, a tipsy, 5'7 feet male with fluffy black hair sat down at the bar, complaining towards the tall bartender that looked younger than his actual age, 42. Altair and the 'model' planned a date in downtown Los Angeles, at a small bar called 'La Pas.' Everyone either looked horny, as if they were selling drugs, or as if they just killed someone and decided to go out drinking for their successful murder spree.
"Was I seriously ghosted?" Altair repeatedly asked once again, slurring his words as he stared up at the white haired bartender. His light blue eyes gazed into Altairs for a few seconds before glancing back down at the damp rag in his hands that he used to dry glass cups. "I'd suggest you give this person an old-school check up," the bartender said, his French accent being clearly noticeable as he spoke. Altair frowned, twirling his glass cup to form a small whirlpool in his brown drink as he pondered in thought.
The 21 year old has never been ditched. Although he does have high standards, they were only caused because he would be praised for his visuals and often would get asked to model for certain family companies photos or partnerships. Perhaps this is what set up his high ego for looks. On this particular night, Altair wore baggy cargo pants, a cream, half way button up shirt, and a pearl choker he received from his cousin.
Altair didn't have his date's number. Absolutely nothing to contact him. All he had was the url link for the dating website that might as well be a trickery planted with malicious malware with the intent to steal bank accounts or human traffic gullible losers like Altair.
He lightly shook his head, placing his cold glass down on the shiny, dark walnut bar table before resting his head down, groaning. "I don't have his number. All I know is his name is Lius and he's stunningly handsome." Altair mumbled, groaning once again before tilting his head upwards to watch the bartender quietly do his work. He slightly pushed his bottom lip outwards, frowning as he overheard nearby conversations while he still keeping his eyes onto the tall worker, glancing over at his name tag for a few seconds.
"How old are you Elliott?" He asked, hearing the gentle sound of glass bumping against each other. "42, and you?" He asked back, smiling kindly while glancing back down at the intoxicated male. "21." A few more silent moments were passed until Altair pulled himself up from the table, sighing loudly at how disappointing the night became. "Are you single Elliott?" Altair questioned before looking around the bar for a few seconds until finally settling his eyes onto the nearby clock placed behind Elliott, 8:50 pm.
The bartender chucked as he poured a drink into a medium sized glass with circled ice cubes already placed inside it. "I'm going through a divorce, so at the time, yes, I'm single." He responded back before walking over to hand the mixed drink to a nearby customer sitting a few seats away from Altair. 4 exactly.
Before Altair could reply, he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist, along with someone's head nuzzled between his neck and shoulder. "Did I take too long that you considered the possibility of being fucked by the bartender?" A deep, Australian voice asked. The voice sent shivers down Altair's spine as he quickly turned around, star struck at the mesmerizing sight in front of him. The model like human wore black pants, a black belt, and a neatly buttoned up black shirt that stretched out within each movement. His sharp eyes gazed down into Altair's while his lips curled upwards into a small smirk as he tilted his head to the side. Now, Altair realized that Lius didn't have brunette hair, but instead he had dark, cherry wine hair that shimmered in the light.
"Greetings, Altair." Lius said, still keeping his intense gaze locked onto the boy, as if he was the only person in the room right now. He gently squeezed Altair's waist with his left hand while his right hand caressed his face, flowing down to his lips. "I figured you ditched." Altair managed to say, still taken back by what was going on. Everything seemed like a sudden dream. He couldn't decipher if the alcohol had started causing him to hallucinate images of his date or if his date was actually here, in front of him.
The tall 6'4 male chuckled, shaking his head while he still looked into the eyes of the boy in front of him. He could already sense the hateful glares that the bartender from behind Altair was sending him, but he didn't mind. He didn't care. "Nonsense." He said, running his cold fingers underneath Altair's cream shirt to hold onto his waist tighter. His warm skin attracted Lius. Tranced him even. "I was worried you left instead."
The raved haired male shook his head, leaning closer as into Lius' embrace. His skin felt as if it were melting against his ice cold fingers. "I waited for you." Altair said, still engaging within the intense eye contact the two of them shared.
They both felt a connection. This was the first time they've ever met each other, but they both felt as if they longed for one another for years already. Altair couldn't tell if he felt like this because of the amount of alcohol he consumed or because of Lius' alluring looks, but he knew one thing for sure; Altair wanted Lius just as much as Lius wanted Altair.
