Queer girl jakarta — on Flings

The thought process on tonight’s swipe-fest goes like this:

“Ok, if it’s so hard for me to find The Girl here, maybe she’s in another city — and holy heck Singapore ladies fine as heck. Some of them even got their own house and shit”

“Ah yes.. another cute girl who dabbles in tarot reading who’s interested in my veganism.. How do I win against her ethical non monogamous bule boyfriends?”

“Her profile says she wants to be a Ghibli character in a forest filled with fairies …. her photo is taken in an ART GALLERY please please match with me ill be your girlfriend Totoro or something NOOO ITS NOT A MATCH”

“Oh shit this is my college junior who I matched with years ago & confronted me — of course I said “I’m only on apps for purely academic, qualitative anthropology research””

After another series of feeling dejected, I checked my profile & saw the question prompt: “What are you looking for?”

I thought for a minute — a fling, I think. Got no capacity for a relationship now..

And that made me remember how one fling stood out in my history.

Girl would take me on motorbike rides and I felt the most free I’ve ever been

She would hug the tightest, lift me up & say my scent is a reminder of a childhood home. how some happiest days of my life were condensed in few short months.

It was like time only started mattering to me after our lives intersect for a moment.

But you know, flings are flings for a reason.

I stared at that question prompt again: “What are you looking for?”

I took a long sigh. Maybe it’s another Big Love.