Oh the joys of Tinder.
I could not have possibly gotten more dropped in it by the universe than the other night.
So, for context, I was already out with my ex- friends with benefits situation (please reserve your judgements) who we'll call Scott, when this event occurred.
Awkward encounter number one occurred waiting in the line with Scott queuing to get in to West Street Live. 45 MINUTES. Absolutely outrageous behaviour.
We were talking about god knows what when an incredibly drunk tinder boy who I went on a date with last year (and who I got with in a club recently) appeared next to the barriers.
"You look so beautiful" he said in a drooling slur. How romantic.
After they leave, Scott turns to me with a look.
"Tinder boy?" he asks.
I nod.
I would like to chime in here by saying that I didn't online date that much last year. Sure I talked to quite a few boys, like most people did. It was the pandemic lockdowns. If you were single, you were bored. But realistically I only met up with two boys from the dating apps in real life.
Unfortunately, this guy happened to be one of them.
Moving on to awkward encounter number two.
As I was walking away from the bar with my 5th (?) drink of the night, I'm stopped as someone touches my shoulder.
"Excuse me, are you Imogen?" I hear as I turn to face a man I do not recognise in the slightest.
"Yes?" I say hesitantly.
"We matched on Hinge!"
Oh god.
For context, I got Hinge last year in March, went on a couple of dates and then deleted it by July. THIS WAS SIX MONTHS AGO.
This guy began talking to me as if we really knew each other when, in reality, I don't even remember messaging him at all.
Maybe he doesn't get a lot of matches? I'm sorry to say this, but if we match on a dating app, I may not even be able to recognise you if you bump into me in a public setting(which was a hypothesis that was confirmed by this situation)
I don't know this hinge guy's name to this day, so for the sake of this post, we'll call him Josh.
So anyways, Josh seems to be able to read facial expressions all too well and then says, "You have no idea who I am, do you?"
Still a little stunned, I just shook my head and said, "No, I'm sorry I don't."
And if we think all of this is bad, let's just remind ourselves of the fun detail that I was out with my ex "situationship" friends-with-benefits guy that I broke things off a month ago.
Some would say that it's a pretty ideal situation - showing off in front of you ex all the guys that you've been seeing. For me, however, it felt more like pure embarrassment.
Picture this; you're standing in the middle of your ex FWB and one of you matches on Tinder having a friendly chat while you want the ground to swallow you whole for looking like you've date every guy under the sun by this point.
How many doubles would you proceed to drink after this?
My double rum and apple - which is a great drink by the way - went down faster than a drink ever has before.
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