Monday, 17 October 2016

A dream is a wish your heart makes


After much resistance, I have finally joined Tinder. Actually, I joined Tinder two months ago, but deleted it as it wasn't really working for me. But then, in a wave of "How am ever I going to meet someone?!", I joined up again on Wednesday and had my first Tinder date on Thursday. 

There was nothing wrong with the guy. He was tall, athletic, Scottish (bonus points for a cool accent) and laidback. We chatted, without any awkward silences, and shared a bottle of wine, which he paid for (another plus). He was clearly into me and did all the flirtatious things, like comparing hand sizes, picking me up (literally... tall men always do this) and resting his hand on my arm whenever possible - but sadly, I just didn't feel any sparks. It was almost like catching up with an old friend - and not even a really good friend at that.

When I heard from him this weekend and he offered to cook for me this week, I let him down gently. But then I felt awful. Maybe I'm just being too fussy? Should I give it another try? I ummed and aahed for a while, but then decided that I'm not ready to give up on the dream just yet. I don't want to settle for someone just because he's into me. And my time is too precious to waste to lead someone on. I want to be enchanted. So this Tinderella will keep on swiping until she finds her Prince Charming – or deletes Tinder entirely. Either or.