Now I don’t know about you, but it’s hard enough trying to find a nice, attractive, funny eligible guy at the best of times. Let alone in a pandemic. But we move. Which is why I found myself back at the last lockdown logging back onto the dating apps trying to distract myself from reality. But to also try and meet someone worth deleting the apps for. Did I succeed? Of course not! But I do have some funny/sad/depressing stories to share, so let’s start with part one of the lockdown love diaries.
So back in May I matched with a guy on Tinder. Let’s call him Daniel. Now Daniel wasn’t like most guys on Tinder. You see Daniel, actually filled in his profile, with a funny, but fairly detailed description of who is was and what he’s looking for. He had a good selection of pictures that didn’t feature him surrounded by mates. Or him half naked stroking a tiger in Thailand. And the best bit? He only lived a few miles away from me!
Seems like a winner right? Well, it started promisingly. We started messaging almost as soon as we matched on Tinder. And we didn’t stop. We had a lot in common, the conversation was fun and interesting and I felt like we just clicked.
Messaging on Tinder, quickly moved to messaging on WhatsApp. Which quickly moved to having a phone call. All in the same night, which just doesn’t happen to me. We had a lot in common, and growing up and still living in the same town made us wonder why our paths never crossed before in real life.
I mean this never happens to me. Usually, if I match with a guy on Tinder. It’s quite rare to actually have a conversation with them that moves beyond the boring ‘Hey, how are you’ etc.
But we spoke for HOURS that night. About everything and anything. We even arranged to have a virtual date the next night. Where we were both going to order a takeaway from the same pub, pick it up at the same time so we could see each other in person (from a distance of course). And then head back to our respective homes to eat the takeaway and have a virtual date.
Looking back, it was all moving quite quickly. But then, I like that. And it didn’t seem like it was moving too fast. I’m not a fan of the endless small talk. Or the game playing. So meeting someone who was on the same page as me when it came to that was refreshing. He just seemed like a great guy.
Seemed is the key word here. As after talking for six hours over texts and phone calls and finally going to bed at around 2am. You can imagine my surprise the next morning when I woke up to a text from him, which went along the lines of…
“Hey Steph, I need to be straight with you. I’m not in the position to have been on Tinder last night and messaging you. I have met someone recently and although we are taking it slowly, I really can’t be more of a dick than I’ve already been by carrying on speaking to you.”
And that my friend is why I hate online dating. The temptation is that if you stop swiping, you might miss out on someone better. Rather than being happy with who you’re seeing at that moment and exploring whether a relationship could develop. You’re too distracted by the idea that someone better is just one swipe away.
I like to say that I didn’t reply and just walked away. But I couldn’t resist a sassy reply telling him exactly what I think of him. I know it’s petty, but it made me feel a bit better about him wasting my time.
I’d also like to say that this experience put me off dating in lockdown. But it really didn’t. I’ve got a couple more lockdown love diaries to share of some pretty laughable moments from the past couple of months. So if you like this post, let me know and I’ll get the other lockdown love diaries written.
You can read more dating mishaps here.
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