[ WP ] You find a funky pair of sunglasses at a coffee shop and decide to try them on , when you notice texting floating around each person you look at . It seems to reveal their dating info : relationship status , age , interests , TV shows , foods , etc . A cute guy/girl sits down next to you .

One thing is for sure, you see what you need to see. 
 
 Only an hour earlier, I had sat down at a Starbucks table with a venti skinny vanilla latte and a copy of Neil Strauss ’ The Game. I was a desperate man. As a 24 year old virgin with a severe cowlick I had tried everything. 
 
 As I lazily read the pages and glanced around for a distraction I saw that my neighbor had left without taking his neon orange hipster glasses. Something about those glasses made the guy look so cool and confident. I could never pull them off. Then Neil said it on page 13, “ you have to stand out like a peacock if you want to attract attention. ” Maybe those glasses were exactly what I needed. 
 I grabbed the glasses as I headed for the door to sit outside for a smoke. 
 
 They felt odd on my face, it wasn ’ t just the color or the style. These glasses seemed to know what I was looking at and adjust to it. Fast moving objects like cars seemed to slow down for me to get a better look. It felt crazy, but I could almost swear that the glasses knew what I wanted to see and helped me see exactly that. That ’ s when he sat dawn. 
 
 I looked over at my new neighbor on the lone bench in the smoking area and a sharp looking guy was sitting next to me. It started with a name to the right of his face appearing in dark letters against the grey concrete. 
 “ Todd Foster ” 
 
 I looked away, what the hell was that… 
 
 I took a drag from my Pall Mall and a sip of my latte. 
 
 “ What ’ s up Todd? ” I said. 
 
 “ Oh not much, just fighting off this hangover. Were you at the party last night? I think I remember you; you were with Chris right? ” 
 
 “ Yeah didn ’ t stay long, I had to go meet someone. Anyway, good to see you. ” 
 
 As I stood up to leave I looked back at Todd and saw the text appear again, 
 “ Financially solid, likes cats, plays guitar and soccer ” 
 
 I went and sat back down inside. Todd was loaded and he's a jock, I bet he had no problem getting girls. It was then I knew exactly what the glasses were for. 
 
 I went to the restroom and looked in the mirror. 
 
 “ Michael Lee ” 
 “ Broke, likes Star Wars, plays video games ” 
 
 No wonder I couldn ’ t get a girl. I took off the glasses. There I was again, my normal self. I didn ’ t need the glasses to see the truth. I was trying to crack the formula for finding someone, when I needed to be improving myself. 
 
 I put the glasses back on the table; someone would be back for them and I didn ’ t need that kind of drama. I tossed the book and my empty cup in the trash as I moved on. 
 
 ( This is my first attempt at writing in years, constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you for the prompt. ) 
 

