For those who may not be familiar with Tinder (or who are pretending they’ve never downloaded it- it’s okay, I won’t tell), you are basically presented with a photo of someone and a little caption about them. Then (and this is the fun judgemental part), you swipe the picture right to ‘like’ them and left to get them the hell off your phone. If two people swipe right for each other, they enter a private Tinder chat and the festivities begin!
I hadn’t even got to the punch line of my cheese joke when Tinterest No. 1 asked for my number. This led me to believe he was either keen… or a murderer. Bravely I chatted on with him and decided to go for a drink (or five, depending on nerves).
Following an afternoon of being so anxious that it was hard to hold a pen I met up with him and, to my genuine amazement, it was fantastic.
We talked about stuff. For ages. All the same stuff that we both like. We even cracked the same jokes at the same time.
Physically, he had all the hallmarks of someone I find attractive- crap tattoos, a beard and enough chest hair to fall asleep on. I felt that I’d either found a boy who I was interested in or, in some implausible soap-opera style twist, my twin brother separated at birth.
Tinder has done well, but will it be everlasting love or just an awkward situation where I have unknowingly kissed my brother and will actually end up marrying Han Solo?
In any case, I went on a Tinder date and didn’t get murdered! I’m all biz.
As a record of how my Tinder date went I’m going to score my dates out of five for future reference.
Until next time!