Ursula

Ursula ‘s profile picture was a dog. Closer inspection showed a hand was in it. From it he guessed she was in her thirties. He wavered, thought about moving on but continued.

Pictured dog had recently died.

It had left a huge hole in her life. She wanted someone to fill it. Was tired of the emptiness she’d been feeling. She hadn’t put her age and dead dog aside hadn’t mentioned any interests. He realised this wasn’t much to go on. But the thought of someone sad and lonely appealed. He felt perhaps she, like him, didn’t have many friends.