Technology had been taken to the extreme. I could still remember my first flip phone and now you could create your own boyfriend, what was the world coming to? “Wowza! You do realize how super weird and creepy this is?” I said as Max snatched his phone back defensively. “Look here missy, my therapist told me about it, she said I should use it to become a more ‘emotionally’ available person, or whatever the fuck she said—” “By having a relationship with a virtual boyfriend that you’ve created in an App? I don’t know—” “Hypothetically, lets say Cameron had broken up with Sage. Do you think you have the emotional maturity to jump into a relationship? And maintain it?” “Yes,” I uttered perplexed. “I don’t need to point it out to you, but you did just cry over spilled milk.”
Max had a point, I was a thirty-year-old woman sobbing about a guy getting engaged, how desperate was I? “All I am saying… is it could be beneficial. Everybody, you and myself included. We’re carrying around so much emotional baggage, and that tends to create emotional unavailability in new relationships. I use an App to help me get physically fit, why wouldn’t I use an App to help me be the best companion I can