It was a chill Thursday night when Madds decided to open Bumble on a whim. No expectations, just curious. That’s when Brennan’s profile popped up—funny, down-to-earth, and something about their smile made her pause. So Madds swiped right. It was an instant match. They started chatting right away. The kind of conversation that flows without trying—music, favorite food spots, weird childhood stories, and somehow even deep stuff between the jokes. By Saturday, the energy hadn’t faded. If anything, it picked up. Brennan suggested, half-jokingly, “What are you doing tonight?” Madds replied, “Actually… want to just come over and hang out?” So that night rolled around. Madds lit a few candles, played some music in the background, and tried not to overthink it. When Brennan showed up at my place, it didn’t feel awkward—it felt like continuing a conversation that had already started. They sat on the couch, laughed over drinks, swapped stories, and time disappeared. By the end of the night, it was clear: this wasn’t just a casual meetup. It was real, and it had started with a single swipe on a Thursday.