Online dating... don't you just hate it?! With Valentines Day just around the corner, I thought I'd share a funny little story with you.
I was recently telling a friend of mine about a dating disaster I once had, and their first response was: "OMG YOU HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THAT ON YOUR BLOG!"
Looking back now, it's actually quite funny how I get myself into these situations... but hey if it makes a good story, then why not!
(Photo description: Tinder logo)
So let's start at the beginning...
Tinder is an online dating app that matches couples based on their physical attraction. The app allows users to 'like' or 'dislike' each other, based on a series of photos and a profile description. If both parties click 'like' (i.e swipe right), then it's a match and you're able to chat.
You can also customise your settings to a specific age range, gender and location distance.
Last year I came to the realisation that I'm not going to meet my wife in Wetherspoons... so I swallowed my pride and thought I'd give this online malarky a go!
To my surprise, there was one girl in particular who I got on really well with. She lived locally, she was funny and we had similar interests.
(Photo description: Tinder: "It's a match!")
*SPOILER ALERT: don't buy a hat just yet...
I was speaking to this girl for about a week or so before I plucked up the courage to ask her if she wanted to meet. This was quite a big deal for me, as I've watched a hell of a lot of Catfish over the years, and meeting up with strangers isn't something I'm that comfortable with!
Date night soon came around and we arranged to meet for a drink in town. I was running a bit late which is never a good start. In a rush, I parked my car and began racing down the pavement in my wheelchair. Next thing I knew, the unimaginable had happened...
I. DROVE. THROUGH. DOG. SHIT.
(Photo description: Poo emoji - shit happens sign)
Why wasn't I watching where I was going?! The stench was unbelievable and my luck was quickly running out. I tried to scrape off as much as possible by driving round in circles and randomly rubbing my wheels against the side of different buildings... yep, welcome to Cornwall!
Despite running a little late, I still arrived before my date *phew!*
As I sat waiting, I became increasingly paranoid of the smell. There was also this very strange lady sat on the table opposite me, who kept staring over. Bless her, I think she was definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic, as she was wearing at least 3 hats at the same time.
At one point she even stood up and walked towards me. My first thought was: "Oh hell, I really have been stitched up here"
Anyway, to cut a long story short, my date eventually arrived and the evening went really well. The poo story was a great ice breaker and all was forgotten. We sat and chatted for about 3 hours, and I eventually dropped her home. A second date was already on the cards.
A few days later we met up for another drink in a different location - somewhere with no dog faeces in sight!
Everything seemed to be going well, however it wasn't until a few weeks later that things turned a little sour. I was out and about driving with one of my best friends, when I received a text.
(Photo description: Online dating meme - profile match)
Once I had parked up, I read the message and it said something along the lines of:
"I just saw you with another girl! Who is she? I waved and you completely ignored me!"
*DING DING - the alarm bells are already ringing!
First of all, when I'm driving, I'm in my own little world. I barely notice traffic lights at times, let alone every person walking by.
And secondly... woahhh, I barely know you and you're already complaining about one of my female friends - not cool. A few more messages followed, and I eventually pulled a Casper and ghosted the hell out of her.
(Photo description: Casper the friendly ghost)
All jokes aside, I honesty don't think I could ever take Tinder seriously. It's the kind of app you download with your mates to have a good laugh at. Most people tend to use it for a quick hook up, and that's great if that's what works for you.
It was a good experience and definitely a learning curve, but I think I'm more of a traditional guy.
Maybe I'll just wait for that disney moment when she drops her books and I awkwardly can't pick them up.
Moral of the story...
Girls, don't be crazy.
Guys, watch where you're walking.
And dog owners, pick up your shit!!
(Photo description: MD Bloggers Crew: After Dark poster)