Down To Connect?
A lighthearted look at the stereotypes you might encounter on the way to meeting your person.
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Connection on Tinder is as rare
As steak served by a Parisian chef.
I feel just as blue as I compare
Time I've spent swiping right and then left.
There’s Rick with the man bun
Who feels nourished by Gaia
And authentic connection
Over cacao and yoga.
Speaking truth and boundaries
He is eager to explore
And we trauma-bond with ease,
But...penetrate my aura?
We just met and, honestly?
You said, let’s go deep
But trust and intimacy
Take more than a week.
I draw this line in the sand.
The distance is palpable.
He stops reaching for my hand.
Have I caused this obstacle?
Now he wants something fluid
And it's clear after time
That boundaries are only
An issue when they’re mine...
...So I go back online.
How rare are photos of men,
Who do not hold big fish,
When I trawl through the tens
Of hundreds on Hinge?
Trent both sports
And has caught a great mullet.
Eyes a beer, only thoughts
Turned to skull it.
Interests: watching footy,
Fishing, laughs and movies,
Girls with a booty,
Sounds like a real smoothy!
I read the brief blurb,
Which is bland as it's short.
"Wants to meet...down to earth...
Easy going...watching sport."
Trent is a bloke who loves
Pure banality,
Stating the obvs.
But doesn't everyone want it easy?
Isn't saying, "I like watching movies",
Like saying, "I like air to breathe"?
Sure, no one wants a hard-to-please!
But, no more depth than booze and flannies?
Would you enjoy long chats
In front of an open fire?
Even a, “dogs or cats?”
What are your deepest desires?
Give me something, anything, Trent!
A hint of personality
Not how you work to pay the rent.
A little eccentricity?
Despite your cute smile
And eyes that shine
I just need more guile,
...So I go back online.
And consider how rare to read
Of men who enjoy poetry,
In forums like this at least.
But then one matches with me!
"I use he/his pronouns,"
Says nasal Kristian.
"I love Brené Brown!..
...BIG fan of strong women!"
"Amazing!" say I,
"You've found one here, see?"
Kris tells me why
He's not the patriarchy.
He's a pure-bred, self-confessed
Super-man, doom-fighting,
Lefty greenie activist,
Poetry-reciting
Star, who still lives with mum
To keep her company,
Though he's fifty-one,
His rent, her pocket money.
Maybe he is keeping her
From lonely later years,
Not passively leeching her
But daubing her tears?
As I ponder this,
K has begun to rant,
Mansplaining the works
of Immanuel Kant.
I try my very best
To keep the convo light,
But Kris begins to test
My brains on human rights,
Politics, philosophy,
All day and all night,
Nit-picking psychology,
Until I'm well and truly
Exhausted and drained
And feeling unruly
After being constrained.
"Kristian, you're so frustating,
You're so busy being right,
And vehemently debating,
You can't see what's in plain sight:
I'm a lover, not a fighter,
I want touch and sweetness,
Something way lighter,
And now we must complete this.
...so I go back online.
A rareity for sure is someone
Not only kind and clever,
Multidimensional, fun,
But strong to storm the weather.
And I end up dating,
Anti-vaxxers,
woman-hating,
Patience-taxers,
Incels, softbois,
Intellectuals,
Bogans, killjoys,
Sapiosexuals,
Avoidantly-
Attached guys,
Ethically-
Not-single:
Surprise!
And as each date passes
In which I've invested,
My ego can't last this
And needs to be rested.
I delete the app
And take a break
From the huge time-sap
And all the fake.
"How rare it is to be present
To smell the roses,
Look up from the pavement,
Use eyes, mouths, noses,
All the senses?"
I think, as I wait for the bus.
I went to bed early
So I wouldn't have to rush
To work today
And I left my phone
At home to stay
Focused on some alone.
But the bus doesn't come.
And I calmly enjoy
The clear sky, the sun,
The lack of noise.
"Ping" the distinct sound
Of a message arriving.
So I look around
My device must be hiding...
Ah, but I left it at home!
And now I really
Need to tell the time
I turn to see the
People in the line,
Awaiting this bloody bus.
I dearly want to ask
But not to make a fuss.
A man about my age-ish
Stands near to me
Turning the pages
Eyes down, just an ear to me.
He's reading a book
I've recently finished
And, as I look for a watch,
To tell me the minutes
That have passed
Since I've been standing,
He glances up faster
Than I'd been intending
To gaze at this stranger.
His hair curls of silver
And eyes are blue-grey.
He wears a cute blazer
In a casual way.
I've almost forgotten
Where I was going to go
"It'll almost be autumn
If this bus doesn't show."
I flash him a smile
He nods like, "I know!"
"That book is so good!
"Do you live around here?"
"Yeah, just down the road!"
He returns a grin,
And conversation flowed
As the bus pulled in
Just like that, a seed was sowed.
Who'd have thought that rare connection
Isn't easy-accessed through a screen?
That emotional depth, love and affection
Start eye-to-eye, witnessed, heard and seen.
...so I go back to life.
About the Creator
Helen Kwiecien
Chief Sea Hag (Sea Hags Tasmania), yoga teacher, nature lover, symbiotic satirist and doodler. I studied Classics at The University of Bristol and am eager to start a feminist zine and catalyse all the witchy energy surrounding me 💚
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'Give me something, anything Trent' - I could feel this in my bones. I was reading this out loud and this made me cough out a chuckle. Awesome piece you've written here :)