After creating her profile, the first thing she was asked to do was add a photo. 

Ugh. That was going to be a problem. 

Unlike some of her friends, Jess had never been one to pose taking selfies. Instead, her instagram was full of nature shots from her hikes and pictures of her dishes from the hot new restaurants in town. As she sat looking through her photo stream, she ended up clicking through photos from friend to friend until she didn't even know whose pictures she was looking at. 

She stopped on the profile of a girl called Amber, who went to university out of state with one of Jess's friends from high school. In every picture she was looking straight at the camera and smiling. Jess couldn't help but think that she looked like Nina Dobrev, with her long dark hair and brown eyes. Her life looked perfect to Jess.

She looked like she was having so much fun in the pictures with her friends. On the next picture, she was posing in a new outfit, holding the designer handbag that Jess had been drooling after at the mall - she'd have to work hours to be able to afford it. And then, in the next picture, nuzzling a Harry Styles lookalike. 

Jess looked in the mirror above her desk. Compared to the photos she was looking at, she felt so plain. Her dirty blonde hair was in a messy ponytail, and she noticed some pad thai sauce she'd missed was on her ear. She didn't even know how that happened, but she felt like such a mess.

Impulsively, Jess saved Amber's profile pic to her computer, and switched tabs to upload it to her new profile. It was just while she explored the site, she rationalized. She's create a new profile when she was more comfortable with it next week. Maybe Kayla and her could have a photoshoot. 

As she boredly clicked through the profiles of guys in her neighborhood, she saw the red alert of a new message. Jess couldn't understand what anyone would have to say to her, since her profile was empty except for the photo. 

"Hey there, babe." The message from Bruce4U read. "What's a hot young thing like you doing at home on a Friday night? Why don't you tell me your Skype name and I'll keep you company."

Weird. Jess clicked the link to his profile, Bruce4U and started looking over his details and photos. 

Fourty Eight!?? He was as old as her dad. Disgusting. And he was based in Cape Cod, what was he doing browsing profiles of girls in Toronto.

As she clicked through the photos, each one was worse than the last. Did he ever stop smoking? A cigarette was always in his mouth, through every shot. In his profile pic he was proudly posed with his shirt unbuttoned and she could see his flabby potbelly. Did he honestly think this was his best photo for a first impression? 

If this was the type of guy she could expect to meet, she was done with this site. She snapped her computer closed as soon as an explicit, disgusting message from Bruce4U popped up on her screen. 

She was tired anyways. She'd delete the profile in the morning.