Well, it happened. My Tinder dating has officially begun. I had my first date on Saturday with a guy who described himself as ‘6-ft Scouser with a taste for the absurd.’ His profile pics attested to that – there were shots of him wearing a comedy moustache and wig, pics of him in what looked like a Flamenco outfit at a festival…
None of this is my kind of thing. I’m too uptight for fancy dress. And I find absurd stuff kind of stupid and childish.
But then there was a nice normal smiley picture and I could see he lived locally so I just swiped anyway.
We had a bit of texting at the end of last week.
He told me he was good at making burgers and doesn’t like lazy people. I told him I’m a terrible cook and am very lazy. He said he admired my honesty. I told him I liked burgers. Continue reading