Welcome to Tinder Tales, Mamamia‘s series about disastrous dating app experiences.
Unpleasantly assertive snogging? Handsome foreigners who speak a lot sexier than they shag? None of the Bond girls ever had to put up with this bullsh*t.
Casual dating is total, sloppy, awkward chaos – especially when you’re meeting people on Tinder. But it’s worth doing so for the stories. The worse the date, the better the story.
That is to say, when I go on a shocking date, I’m doing it FOR YOU. Eating, drinking and shagging other human beings (and talking about it afterwards) is essentially MY GIFT TO YOU, people in relationships, friends, and strangers. I am nothing if not selfless.
We will start with the Spaniard.
He was young…er than me. By about 6 years. We met on Tinder, when we both skipped all the usual courting rituals by “swiping right”.
His main photograph was clearly taken during an impromptu steamy beachside photo shoot with some other girl, or awkwardly willing friend. I don’t know how Spaniards do things – perhaps it was his mother who snapped him walking out the surf, flicking his wet hair to one side, and placing his hand suggestively on his ripped torso. He was wearing the type of swimmers you can only reasonably get away with in Europe, so one can only assume this was taken on the beach right before the entire nation shut down for a collective siesta.
Look, judge me for agreeing to go on a date with someone who presents himself to the world like that if you like. For one, I don’t care and for another, I can’t hear you from here.
So, we meet.
I step out of the cab, all moisturised hairless legs and low expectations, and he’s on the phone, speaking Spanish so fast and so passionately, it’s entirely possible there was nobody else on the other end. For all I know, he was reciting an erotic acrostic poem he wrote earlier that day, just to impress me with his torrid foreignness.
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Problem with Tinder is my son and most of his friends are on it. They're 19-20 years old and I keep popping up in their searches. It's mortifying! Their search age range is 18-100 or whatever - just for a laugh- whereas mine are 35-50 so I don't see them.
For that reason I'm off Tinder as it was just embarrassing my son (and it was working quite well I might add).
So Plan B ? Anyone got any ideas? EHarmony is too expensive, match.com matched me with match.none and Plenty of Fish is full of plenty of rotten apples. Help!
I once met a guy for a first date, had talked to him online (not Tinder) for a little while he seemed like a nice guy, had 2 sons bit of a family man. We exchanged numbers chatted on the phone he seemed really quite normal and nice - no alarm bells.
We arrange to meet at a local pub, turns out some friends of mine are going for dinner next door so I drive them to the restaurant and arrange to meet them after the date. There was never going to be anything more than a couple of drinks and a chat at that stage.
I arrive a few minutes early decide to get a glass of wine whilst I wait and enjoy the view across the ocean, look at the time and the guy is 5 mins late, he texts to say just parked see you soon. So I anxiously scan the room looking out for him.
Then... I see a tall guy who looks somewhat like the photos kind of stumbling in my direction, as he approaches the aroma of beer greets me, you know that stale I've been drinking all day kind of beer smell.
I realise he's somewhat pickled already and can't believe he got past the bouncers. He sits down and his first words are "shit you didn't get me a beer did ya" I blink incredulously at him thinking I would have happily brought you one if you were on time and not completely wiped out already...
He then proclaims he's going to the bar to get ripped off by the barmaid for a pint of beer.. charming really. As he stands up I see a strange look come over his face, I think oh no... he isn't going to.... Next minute... He vomits in a planter box near our table. Yes people, he puked in the planter.... Hadn't even had a drink yet...
Cue bouncers making their way in a hurried fashion in our direction. By this stage he can no longer support his own weight and is stumbling somewhat whilst declaring he's "orright mate" the bouncers for some reason don't believe this and apologise to me saying "sorry but your boyfriend has to leave."
I'm looking on mortified whilst declaring "no no no he is not my boyfriend" they escort him from the establishment I think I better make sure he makes it outside ok. The entire time he's declaring loudly that they should let him go he has a lady he wants to impress.
Not sure which lady he was trying to impress but I'm sure she wasn't....
They take him to the taxi rank at the front of the bar and assist him into the cab, he then drunkenly falls across the back seat and invites me back to his place for a bit of fun. I did decline his kind offer and he then tells the bouncers to look after his girlfriend and can one of them drive his car home (oh yes he had driven to the bar...)
I walk next door to my friends in the restaurant who are only just receiving their entrees they all declare how quick it was and I fill them in on the details and join them for dinner. As we leave there's a ute parked on a very odd angle in the carpark, the passenger seat covered in empty beer bottles and cigarette packets. No prizes for guessing whose car that was!
The next day I get a text saying... "I had a great time last night, want to do it again sometime?" I never actually replied to that message....