Shiftr_Swipe Left for Love_Olsen

by Ariana Hawkes

  Dina replied as Kristin was walking across the parking lot to her car:

  Yes, I’m still up, hun! We’re at home and Lauren’s here too. Come see us!

  Kristin deliberated for a moment. She was tired, and a drive out to the national park seemed like a lot right now. But it wasn’t like she had anything else to do. The thought of her lonely bed wasn’t too appealing either. She messaged Dina back, asking her for directions.

  Half an hour later, Kristin turned into a very dark road. From the car’s headlights, she could barely make out that it was a dirt track. Dina had given her exact coordinates for her GPS, and she followed the soothing male voice as it told her to continue for 623 yards and then stop. “You have reached your destination,” it said. There was absolutely nothing around. Just woods on the right, and a steep bank on the left. She called Dina.

  “I’m here – I think,” she said hesitantly, as Dina’s chirpy voice came on the line.

  “Hang tight, Logan will come pick you up,” Dina replied.

  Moments later, Logan came bounding through the trees.

  “Hey, Kristin!” he called, enveloping her in a giant hug. He was built on such a large scale that they made her feel tiny.

  “Hey, Logan! Good to see you,” she replied.

  “It’s this way,” he said and dived back into the woods. She followed him closely as he picked his way among the trees, asking her all about her day. The enveloping darkness lifted as they came to a row of cute wooden cabins.

  “Ours is the third one along,” Logan said, showing her in. Kristin walked up the steps leading to the veranda, and into the arms of a grinning Dina.

  “Hey, girl!” she yelled. “I’m so excited that you finally get to see our place! Come on, I’ll show you around.” She took Kristin by the hand and led her inside. Lauren was in the living room, reclining on a big leather sofa, and she pulled herself up with difficulty to hug Kristin hello.

  The cabin was adorable. It was cozy and rustic, but also stylishly furnished, with a lot of beautifully-carved wood.

  “Like a drink, Kristin?” Logan asked, as she sat down on the sofa next to the girls.

  “Why not?” she replied. “I don’t suppose you have whisky?”

  “Of course,” Logan said with a chuckle, and poured her a tumbler-full. It was rich and peaty, and as she sipped, the stresses of the week drained away.

  “So?” Lauren said expectantly. “How’s the app?”

  “Um, you’re going to have to give me the password, since I had to disable it after it resulted in me not getting any stories out of that damned town hall meeting,” she said, laughing.

  “Oh, it’s just Shiftr. But let me download the app for you. I need to use a link from my email, because it’s not available in the regular app store. It’s a secret app.” Kristin handed her phone over and Lauren fiddled with it. “Ooh, you haven’t activated your messages. Let me fix that right now!”

  As Lauren gave the phone back to Kristin, it began to emit all kinds of beeps. “Wow, Kristin, you’ve got mail!” Dina exclaimed. She and Lauren huddled on either side of her as she accessed her mailbox. There was a total of 15 messages waiting for her. Kristin tapped to open the first one, and immediately caught her breath.

  “Oh my god, it’s from the tiger!” she said.

  “Who’s that?” Dina and Lauren said at the same time.

  “Oh, this insanely hot guy I was staring at earlier,” she replied. Her pulse had quickened, and perspiration broke out on her palms. “Ok, what’s he saying to me? – Hi there, beautiful. I see you’ve left your scent on my trail. You sound very interesting. I’d love to get to know you better,” she read. She paused, frowning. “What’s he talking about? Scent? Trail?” Lauren laughed.

  “One thing I didn’t mention is that when you visit someone’s profile, you leave a track behind, so they can see you’ve checked them out.”

  “What? This is terrible!” Kristin exclaimed.

  “Shifters are pretty direct; there’s no hiding yourself on this site,” Logan said in his warm, rumbly voice.

  “And what are you worried about?” Dina said. “He thinks you’re hot!”

  “No. Just no. He’s way hotter than I am.”

  “Uh, hello?” Lauren snatched the phone out of Kristin’s hand and pulled up her profile photos. “Not from where I’m standing, chica!” she said.

  “I appreciate you putting up those photos of me, but they’re really flattering. If he saw the real me, he’d be sorely disappointed,” Kristin said firmly.

  “But – ”

  “No buts. Now, I’m going to check out my other messages.”

  Most of them were simple ‘Want to find out if we’re a match?’ alerts, followed by a happy face and a sad face icon.

  “I feel like I’m going to really offend these guys by looking at their profiles, leaving a track, and then saying no,” Kristin said, clicking on a profile of a beaver shifter. “I mean, this one looks like a great guy, but – a beaver? I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right to me.”

  “Guys don’t work like that, especially shifters,” Logan said, with a grin. “We’re all about finding our perfect match, so anything else is a waste of everyone’s time. If you’re not interested, you’ll be doing these guys a big favor by telling them straight up.”

  “Uh, ok,” Kristin said, giving the beaver the sad-face treatment.

  “You know you can filter by animal, right?” Lauren said.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Tell me what kind of shifters you see yourself with? Or at least, which ones you wouldn’t rule out?” Lauren said, swiping to the options page. Kristin leaned back on the sofa and stared up at the cabin’s wooden beams.

  “All big cats, I guess,” she said. “Wolves kind of intrigue me.” She slid a glance at Logan. “Bears, of course.”

  “Are you sure?” Dina said. “You’re such a city girl, Kristin, and bears always live out in nature.”

  “We’re earthy and kind of homely. And we get a little slow and grizzly in winter when our bodies want us to hibernate,” Logan chipped in.

  “Ok, fair enough,” she said, her voice tinged with regret. “What else is there?”

  “Um, horses, deer, moose, sea creatures. Everything you can think of really,” Dina said.

  “No. I think I’m good with felines and wolves. I feel like I need to be with a shifter that’s high up in the food chain. I want a guy I can wrestle with, you know? The kind who challenges me.” Dina shuddered and snuggled into Logan.

  “It’s a good job there are so many types of shifter out there,” she said. “Conflict is the last thing I like in a relationship.” Kristin looked at Dina with affection. Logan’s hand was resting on her pregnant belly, and he looked like he couldn’t be happier sitting with her, just chilling, while she gossiped with her friends. They were absolutely adorable together, she thought, as she got up to visit the bathroom.

  “I’ll be back in a moment,” she announced, and headed out of the living room. The second she’d gone, Dina leapt to her feet.

  “Quick, give me her phone before it locks itself!” she hissed.

  “You’re going to message the tiger, aren’t you?” Lauren said, handing it over.

  “Absolutely. I’ve got a hunch that they’d be good together,” Dina said, tapping and scrolling on the screen. “Ooh – wait – the app has a new setting. There’s a perfect match analysis. Apparently they’re 100% compatible. How crazy is that?”

  “Wow! Let’s send the guy a message, and when she starts to complain, point out that they’re a perfect match,” Lauren said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

  “Ok. I’m writing: ‘Hey, handsome. I was just padding by, when your profile made me stop in my tracks. Looks like you and I might have a thing or two in common.’” Dina hit send just as Kristin skipped back into the room.

  “I’m just applying the animal filters for you,” Dina said, hurriedly, her thumb moving fast.

  “Thanks,�
� Kristin said, taking her phone back.

  “Oh. That’s made half my messages disappear. So that leaves – ” She clicked on the next message in her inbox. “A wolf. Ooh, he’s hot,” she said, opening the guy’s profile. Dina and Lauren craned their necks to see his photo. He had black hair and amber eyes, with a narrow, slightly hard face. As with the others, he was bare chested, but he was also wearing a leather jacket. His hair was done in a quiff, and he was raising an eyebrow, cockily.

  “He looks interesting,” Kristin said.

  “So he’s into bars, JD, his Harley, video games, and biker chicks,” Dina said. “He sounds like one of those guys you used to date. You know, those ones who weren’t good for you. At all.”

  “I don’t know. I think we could be good together,” Kristin said. Lauren and Dina shot a warning glance at each other. Kristin had that dreamy tone in her voice that meant she was close to making a bad man-decision. It always amazed them that someone as smart as Kristin could be so dumb when it came to men.

  “Ok, look. It says you’re 43% compatible,” Dina said, swiping to the bottom of his profile. “That’s not a good match at all. Whereas – ” She located the tiger’s message. At that moment a message popped up: “According to Shiftr, we have everything in common. Shall we meet up for dinner and find out if our little matchmaker has got it right?” it said.

  “Huh?” Kristin shook her head in confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. Oh, it’s from the tiger.” At the realization, her heart began to beat fast again. “But what does he mean?” As she looked at the messages more closely, she let out a gasp. “What have you done?” she exclaimed, her eyes blazing as she looked from Dina to Lauren and back again.

  “You were being ridiculous about not contacting the tiger, so, as your friends, we made an executive decision to give you a helping hand,” Lauren explained, matter of factly.

  “You’re a perfect match. 100%,” Dina added.

  “That doesn’t mean it’s true. No way am I hot enough for him.”

  “Kristin, listen to me,” Lauren said. “Shifters like curvy girls. All the women with a profile on the app are at least as curvy as you are. You’re like the minimum. So you don’t need to feel self-conscious about that. And you’re more than hot enough for any guy.”

  “No. I’ve made my decision,” Kristin said. “I’m not going to humiliate myself.” She stared typing:

  Sorry, it was my friends who messaged you just now. They were messing with my phone without my permission. Thanks for your interest, but I don’t think we’re compatible. I hope you can respect my decision.

  Regards,

  Kristin.

  “Girl, you’re making a big mistake,” Lauren said, her voice heavy with disappointment. “And who ends a dating app message with ‘regards’ anyway?”

  “I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure he knew I was being serious,” Kristin said. Another message came through:

  I’m sorry to hear that, but I’ll do as you say.

  Sadly yours,

  Roman

  “And he even sounds like a nice guy,” Dina said.

  “Maybe he is, but he’s not the nice guy for me,” Kristin replied. She didn’t want to admit that his stunning good looks weren’t the only reason why she didn’t want to speak to him. She was superstitious about mentioning her fears that she wouldn’t be able to have kids, scared that every time she mentioned it, the possibility would increase by one per cent. She knew it was silly; it was just something that was so outside of her control that it seemed to belong in the realms of fate.

  “Can you promise me one thing: after making one monumentally silly decision, can you at least not compound it by messaging the wolf?” Lauren asked her.

  “I can’t see you with a wolf, Kristin,” Logan said. “I’ve spent enough time with different shifter species to know them pretty well, and I can tell you’re not compatible. They’re too hierarchical for you.”

  “Which is why you get a low compatibility rating,” Lauren added. Kristin flicked through her messages. It was true that none of the wolves were more than a 70% match.

  At last, she put her phone down with a sigh.

  “I think I’ve maxed myself out on shifter dating for one night,” she said. “It’d be good to chill with you guys for a little while before I have to head back home though.”

  “Or you could crash here, and have a couple more whiskies?” Logan suggested, shaking the bottle temptingly.

  “Ok, done. I’m not a girl who needs much persuasion,” Kristin said with a grin, and held out her glass for a refill. She curled up on the sofa, tucking her long legs underneath her. “So what’s going on with Melissa?”

  “She’s dating a shifter too,” Lauren said.

  “What? So I’m the last one to join the party?” she said, eyes flashing.

  “Kind of, but Melissa doesn’t actually know that this guy is half bear.” Kristin gaped.

  “How is that possible?”

  “They met at our wedding,” Connor said. “Timo’s part of our clan.”

  “So it’d be great if they were a perfect match, but we’re not convinced that they’re right for each other,” Lauren said.

  “Why not?”

  “Well, they’ve been on a few dates, but it doesn’t look like sparks have been flying.”

  “Mmm, Melissa’s shy with guys though. Especially after all she’s been through,” Kristin said.

  “I was hardly Miss Confident,” Dina said. “But when you meet your mate, everything’s different. It’s like – like a whole new world opens up to you, and you just want to be with that person. You want to be part of them, as close as two people can be.”

  “Ok, ok, pass the sick bucket!” Kristin said with a laugh. Dina’s eyes widened.

  “Sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel bad. But I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t know you were about to meet your mate too. Trust me, he’s waiting on Shiftr for you.”

  “And I think he’s a tiger!” Lauren sang.

  “Stop!” Kristin said, and batted her with a cushion.

  The four of them chatted for a while about this and that, the girls telling Kristin how much fun it was to live in the national park. Dina was talking excitedly about the hike she’d done last weekend, and the animal species she’d seen. Before long, Connor came to pick Lauren up. He’d been catching up with a few of the guys. Kristin looked at him with envy. He was just as good looking as Logan, and obviously a really nice, gentle guy, despite his huge bulk. Could she really dare to believe that there was a shifter out there who was perfect for her too?

  Dina, Logan and Kristin stayed up for a while longer, and Logan kept topping up Kristin’s glass. She was glad for it. Thinking about dating made her nervous. She’d been single now for more than a year, after her last relationship had ended in disaster when she’d caught her boyfriend cheating on her. With a tiny, skinny girl. Putting herself out there again brought her insecurities rushing to the surface.

  At last Dina started yawning.

  “I’m off to bed, guys,” she said, pulling herself up from the sofa.

  “I think I’m done for the night too,” Logan said. “I’ve got to do fire drills with the boys tomorrow morning.” They hugged Kristin goodnight, and brought her a pillow and a blanket. She was asleep in seconds.

  3

  It took Kristin a few moments to work out where she was when she woke up. She was staring up at wooden rafters, instead of her white painted ceiling. There was a sweet smell of wood and nature in the air, and all she could hear was birdsong. Her head felt fuzzy. She reached down, picked up the glass of water that Logan had thoughtfully put out for her, and drank it all in one go. As she sat up, she registered that she had a slight headache. “Too much whisky,” she muttered to herself. She looked at the time on her phone and groaned. She had five hours to clear her head before basketball that afternoon. Absently, she unlocked the phone to check for new messages, and her eyes immediately zoomed in on the little
orange app, with the playful, heart-shaped paw print. She tapped it. There were a ton of new messages from wolves, wanting to find out if they were a match, and right at the top were the messages from the tiger and the bad-boy wolf from last night. Her thumb hovered over the wolf. Waking up by herself, knowing that Dina was snuggled up with Logan next door and Lauren was with Connor a few cabins away made her feel lonely and empty. She clicked on the wolf’s message. It was just the standard alert, with the happy face and sad face icons. It wouldn’t hurt to exchange a few messages and find out whether the app was wrong about their compatibility. She tapped the happy face icon. Then she gazed at the thumbnail photo of the tiger. She couldn’t see his striking face or his muscular torso very well in the tiny image. She had an overwhelming urge to click on it and look at his profile again. But if she did that, she’d leave another track. And he’d know that what she’d written last night was bullshit. Sighing, she closed the app. She’d leave the messages from the other guys for when she was more awake.

  There was no sound coming from the rest of the cabin. Dina and Logan were most likely still sleeping. Her stomach was growling: she needed breakfast. Gathering up her things, she tiptoed out of the cabin. She closed the door behind her, and looked around, disoriented. Ok, we walked towards the cabins from that direction last, night, I’m pretty sure, she thought, and began walking through a dense wood, with a narrow track lightly marked out.

  Kristin exhaled in relief as the track led her out to the road, and her car. Although it was early, the fall sun was bright, and she enjoyed the drive home, partly through forest and rolling hills. That was one of the best things about living in a small town – you were never too far from green spaces.