I Created a Tinder Profile for My Lonely Mother

My mom gave up everything to raise me. After my dad bailed, she was always there for me, the only one. All I wanted was to do something nice for her. So, I figured it wasnโ€™t too late for her to find love on a dating app. But Lord, what I definitely DIDNโ€™T EXPECT was finding out who she was going on a date with!

My name is Lucy, and Iโ€™m 23 years old. Like I usually do on weekends, I went to visit my mother, Phoebe, one weekend.

I am her only daughter, and she has no one else. My father left the family when I was very young, and since then, my mother has always been alone.

I was her main priority, and with all the care she gave me, she never had time for her personal life. My mother is 56, and finding a partner at her age is not easy, but I stayed optimistic about helping her.

We were at her house, and I was standing there with my phone, taking pictures of her and showing her how to pose.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the living room. The room was cozy, filled with family photos and mementos of my childhood.

โ€œMom, stand by the window,โ€ I instructed, trying to capture the best light. โ€œNo, not like that, more gracefully, like a cat.โ€

โ€œA cat? Lucy, at my age?โ€ Mom replied shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

โ€œItโ€™s never too late to feel like a woman. Listen to what I say. And donโ€™t look at the camera. Pretend youโ€™re gazing mysteriously out the windowโ€ฆโ€

Phoebe hesitated but complied, standing by the window with a slight tilt to her head, looking out with a soft, pensive expression.

โ€œOhโ€ฆ Hold stillโ€ฆ Got it!โ€ I exclaimed, snapping the picture. I showed it to her with a big smile. โ€œSee? You look amazing, Mom!โ€

She looked at the photo, and a small smile crept onto her face. โ€œYou think so?โ€

โ€œAbsolutely! This is perfect for your Tinder profile,โ€ I said, editing the photo a bit before uploading it.

โ€œSweetheart, are you sure this is a good idea? Iโ€™m not young anymore; who would want me thereโ€ฆโ€ she trailed off, doubt evident in her voice.

โ€œMom! Donโ€™t say that about yourself. Life doesnโ€™t end at fifty! Love knows no age!โ€ I said firmly, looking into her eyes to emphasize my words. โ€œYou deserve to find happiness too.โ€

Together, we worked on adding a description for her profile. We laughed as we brainstormed the right words to describe her warm heart, love for gardening, and passion for cooking.

โ€œHow about this: โ€˜Loving mother and avid gardener looking for someone to share laughs and good meals with. Believes love is timeless and life is full of surprises.โ€™ What do you think?โ€ I asked.

Phoebe chuckled softly. โ€œIt sounds lovely, Lucy. Thank you for doing this for me.โ€

โ€œOf course, Mom. You deserve to find someone special,โ€ I said, giving her a hug. โ€œNow, let me show you how to use the app.โ€

After a quick tutorial on swiping left and right, I felt confident that she was ready to dive into the world of online dating.

We shared one last laugh over the absurdity of it all before I said goodbye and headed back home, feeling hopeful about what the future might hold for her.

The next day, I arrived at the office, and as usual, my workday began with coffee and gossip with my office friend, Natalie.

The office kitchen buzzed with early morning chatter as we grabbed our coffees and settled at a table in the corner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating a comforting start to the day.

Natalie immediately leaned in, her eyes twinkling with excitement. โ€œYou wonโ€™t believe this, Lucy. Michael, our boss, has been looking at his phone all day and smiling like a kid.โ€

I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

โ€œMichael? Smiling? Whatโ€™s going on with him?โ€

Natalie grinned, her excitement palpable. โ€œA woman. Iโ€™m sure he has someone. I mean, itโ€™s the only explanation. Michael is always so focused on work and never distracted. But today, heโ€™s been glued to his phone, smiling like a teenager in love.โ€

The thought of Michael, our workaholic boss, being smitten was amusing. We had never seen him with a woman, let alone acting like this.

โ€œWe have to find out who it is!โ€ I declared, my curiosity piqued.

At that moment, we devised a plan. Natalie approached Michael, carrying a stack of documents. โ€œMichael, could you take a look? I canโ€™t seem to find last weekโ€™s report,โ€ she said, feigning confusion.

Michael sighed, setting his phone aside reluctantly. โ€œNatalie, youโ€™ve worked here for years. Let me see,โ€ he replied, taking the documents from her.

While Michael was distracted by Natalie, I quietly took his phone from the desk. My heart raced as I opened it, not knowing what to expect. But I wasnโ€™t prepared for what I saw.

It was my mother! He was messaging my mom! Their conversation had been going on since last night. My mind raced as I scrolled through the messages.

They had already arranged a date for that evening; Mom had invited him to dinner at her place. Panic set in. โ€œNo, no, this canโ€™t be! Not this,โ€ I thought frantically. How could this be real?

Why him, Mom? I couldnโ€™t imagine how awkward it would be to work with my boss as my future stepfather. No! I couldnโ€™t let it happen. I had to stop it.

When Natalie and I reconvened, she immediately began asking, โ€œSo, who is it? Do you know her?โ€

I forced a smile and lied, โ€œOh, just some girl. Nothing special.โ€ Inside, I was panicking. I needed to come up with a plan to prevent Michael from going on that date. If he went, it would ruin everything. My mind raced with possible solutions.

The workday was coming to an end, and I saw Michael hurrying to finish his work. It was so unusual because Michael was always the last to leave.

But I knew where he was rushing to, and it was crucial to ensure he didnโ€™t make it. Seeing Michael packing up, I approached him with my laptop.

โ€œMichael, do you have a minute?โ€ I asked, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.

โ€œIโ€™m in a bit of a hurryโ€ฆ But sure, what do you need?โ€ he replied, glancing at the clock.

โ€œI canโ€™t get this report right. Could you please check if everything is correct?โ€ I handed him my laptop, hoping he wouldnโ€™t notice the deliberate errors I had planted.

Michael sighed and took the laptop from me. โ€œAlright, letโ€™s see what youโ€™ve got,โ€ he said, opening the file and starting to review the report.

As he went through the report, pointing out mistakes and explaining corrections, I couldnโ€™t help but notice his project on his computer screen.

It was a project he had been diligently working on all day to complete before his date. My heart pounded as I realized he would finish in no time.

โ€œLucy, I didnโ€™t expect these kinds of mistakes from you; you usually do great work. Whatโ€™s going on?โ€ he asked, looking up at me with concern.

โ€œSorry, Iโ€™m not feeling well,โ€ I mumbled, trying to hide my anxiety.

Michael finished reviewing the report much faster than I had anticipated. โ€œItโ€™s done. Now, please donโ€™t distract me; I need to finish a few things,โ€ he said, quickly pushing my laptop aside and reopening his project file.

Panic surged through me. Fearful he would finish in time, I did something horrible. Next to Michaelโ€™s laptop was a cup of coffee. I knocked it over, pretending it was an accident, and it spilled all over his laptop.

โ€œNo! Lucy, what have you done!?โ€ Michael shouted, grabbing the laptop and trying to save it. But it was too late. The laptop wouldnโ€™t start.

โ€œOh, Iโ€™m so sorryโ€ฆโ€ I stammered, guilt washing over me.

Michael looked at the laptop in disappointment, then checked the time on his phone and sighed sadly. He typed something on his phone and slowly took off his coat, sitting back at his desk. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I didnโ€™t mean to.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s okayโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll have to redo the project on another computer. Donโ€™t worry about it,โ€ he said, clearly frustrated.

I felt terrible. Until I saw the result of my actions, I hadnโ€™t realized what I had done. But it was done, and nothing could change it. Mom probably wouldnโ€™t be too upset; she would find a better match. Thatโ€™s what I told myself to feel better.

Returning to my desk, I felt even worse. I was a terrible daughter, colleague, and person. I called my mom and heard her quiet, sad voice.

โ€œMaybe this isnโ€™t for me, sweetheart. I think Iโ€™ll stop using the app; itโ€™s too hard for me,โ€ she said softly.

โ€œMom, donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™ll come over tonight,โ€ I replied, my heart breaking.

I knew I had to fix things. So I went to Michaelโ€™s office once more. โ€œMichael, do you have a minute?โ€ I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

โ€œThere is one more thing I want to ask youโ€ฆโ€ I needed to make things right.

That evening, I knocked on my momโ€™s door. My heart raced as I waited, knowing I had to come clean. The door opened, and there stood my mother, looking shocked as she saw me standing with Michael.

โ€œLucy? What are you doing here?โ€ she asked, her voice filled with surprise.

Michael looked equally bewildered. โ€œWhy did you bring me here, Lucy?โ€ he asked. He had been kind enough to give me a ride after work, not knowing I had a bigger plan in mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. โ€œMom, Michael, I need to confess something. I tried to sabotage your date,โ€ I blurted out, feeling a mix of guilt and relief.

Phoebeโ€™s eyes widened in confusion. โ€œWhat are you talking about, sweetheart?โ€

Michael frowned, looking between me and my mom. โ€œLucy, what do you mean?โ€

I felt the weight of my actions pressing down on me. โ€œPhoebe is my mom. When I found out you were going on a date, I panicked and only thought about myself. I worried about how it would affect me and focused only on my feelings. In my selfishness, I forgot how this would impact you,โ€ I admitted, my voice trembling.

Phoebeโ€™s expression softened as she stepped closer. โ€œLucy, why would you do that? You know I havenโ€™t dated in so long.โ€

โ€œI know, Mom. And thatโ€™s why I feel so terrible,โ€ I said, my eyes filling with tears. โ€œI was scared and selfish. I didnโ€™t think about how happy this could make you. I was only thinking about myself and how awkward it would be to have my boss as my stepfather.โ€

Michael looked thoughtful, his initial shock giving way to understanding. โ€œLucy, I had no idea Phoebe was your mother. But I appreciate your honesty. It takes courage to admit you were wrong.โ€

I nodded, wiping away a tear. โ€œIโ€™m really sorry. Now, I realize that you two might be perfect for each other. Maybe fate brought you together because youโ€™ve both had such a hard time finding someone.โ€

Phoebe smiled gently. โ€œSweetheart, I understand why you felt that way. But you need to know that my happiness means the world to me, and if Michael can bring that happiness, then we should give it a chance.โ€

Michael nodded in agreement. โ€œLucy, your mom is a wonderful woman. I would be honored to get to know her better.โ€

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. โ€œNow that you know the truth, I just want to say one thing. No matter what happens, if youโ€™re happy, then Iโ€™m happier. I hope I can fix my mistake.โ€

Phoebe gave me a warm hug. โ€œYou already have, sweetheart. Thank you for being honest.โ€

She then turned to Michael and invited him inside. โ€œCome on in, Michael. Letโ€™s have that dinner.โ€

Michael smiled and stepped inside. โ€œThank you, Phoebe.โ€

My mom looked at me and extended the invitation. โ€œWould you like to join us, Lucy?โ€

I shook my head with a smile. โ€œNo, Mom. This evening should be yours. Enjoy it.โ€

As the door closed behind them, I felt a surge of joy. I got into my car and drove home, feeling lighter and happier. After all, I was rightโ€”love knows no age.