She had a system.
Spend the whole first date hiding behind her phone; if that didn’t faze her potential suitor, he could handle her other terrible habits and her social anxiety and her strange particularities.
She called it the screening.
If he passed, he deserved her.
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.
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Want a bonus poem with the same title? Try my Microvember haiku: Screen.