DATING DIARY ‘TINDER TRAUMA’

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“Women know intuitively when they are being devalued.” Robyn Silverman

Article by Jessica Burgess

We all have dating nightmares… we’ve all been in that situation where you’re sitting opposite someone trying to desperately think what question to ask them next to avoid that prolonged silence which you can only seem to fill by taking another sip of your drink. We’ve all wished a date would end within 5 minutes of sitting down in some “cool” bar where the drinks are overpriced and you can’t even hear what mundane anecdote your date has just come out with over the music turned up too loud. In this instance though I can actually say that I went on a date which lasted less than 5 minutes…

So recently, I’ve been getting quite into Tinder. It’s an app I’ve had for a while but like most of the users on it was up until now only using it as a bit of window shopping. I decided a couple of months ago that it might actually be quite fun to go for a few drinks though- meet some new people- and if nothing else could at least have a story or two about Tinder to tell at parties.

I came across this guy who I thought seemed just my type- tall, blonde, athletic and seemed to be able to hold a conversation (or as much as you can on Tinder anyway). We agreed to meet after work and he said he’d let me know where but as the day went on said his “phone was playing up” and he couldn’t find a good place to go online… not overly concerned I said that was fine and we agreed to meet at the train station and then find a place from there.

I arrived at the station, feeling a little nervous but not overly so. I waited by the ticket barriers – I was a little early so was just playing on my phone, looking at commuters go by and wondering if any of them were rushing off on dates arranged by an electronic device. At 7.30 I get a call… it’s him… “I can’t find anywhere to park” – what? We’re in central London why are you in a car?! “I’ll swing by and pick you up” he says.. in my head I’m suddenly getting very awkward about the whole thing… I don’t know what to say… I say it’s fine I’ll just wait here till you find some parking- it’s no problem…

I hang up the phone and immediately ring a friend “is it weird he’s asked me to get in his car?” “yes – no normal person would think that’s OK.” she says…

I get a text- “I’m in Tesco carpark…” This is not how imagined a few after work drinks going…

All I want to do now is just get on a train home as this whole thing is just so uncomfortable but running away would be worse so I walk over to Tesco’s next door and see a blue car parked in a dark layby at the back…. Does he really think I’m going over there? I stand and look at the car for a long time and eventually he gets out and comes over. He’s not bad looking but his pictures have been flattering it seems. “Hi, sorry no parking- are you going to hop in and we can go find somewhere?” I don’t know whether he’s saying find a restaurant or implying something else but I’m not keen to find out…

“Sorry- I’m not getting in your car I’ve just met you- let’s re-arrange for another day” I hop on the first bus and never text him back… Doesn’t he know you should never get into cars with strange men?

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… Stay #safe people…

#ohdearyme

 

 

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