Hands up if you use Tinder more like a game? If you get a match, you stare at your screen in complete bewilderment? Hands up if you collect matches like stamps? Never to be used, just looked upon in wonderment of what could’ve been… If you only summed up the courage to crack the cheesiest line you know. Hands up if you have crossed the line and spoken to these relative strangers, only to find they belong in the valley of freaks or are amateur dick models? Now, hands up if you’ve been through all of this and gone on a date with a match? (Hook ups not included, not much talking occurs on these apart from asking about condoms and taxi numbers). To those who made it through my somewhat painful hand holding up survey and answered yes to any of them, you’re a hero. Playing this single game is not easy, if anything it’s far from the glamour portrayed in Sex and the City or similar programmes. It actually verges on dull.
“I’m not boyfriend material.” What an opener. We had only just met, we’d been apart less than 10 minutes and those were the words he chose for his opening text. I barely knew what material the clothes I was wearing were made off, let alone the type I’d want my next shag to be. Now, call me old fashioned, but I always thought “Hey, we met at the bar last night, how’s your head this morning?" or something frivolous like that was the way to start a conversation.
What’s happened to get me thinking -