Many more WhatsApp messages to Beatrice and I’ll have a book – albeit the kind you’d definitely have to self-publish if you wanted it to see the light of day, which I wouldn’t – called ‘What Tristan did today to make me love him’.
Friday, he took me on a lunchtime walk to brainstorm solutions to my work crisis.
Monday, he left the lunch table early to hint to my lazy colleague that he should also be getting back to work.
Tuesday, he sent me a printout in the form of a paper aeroplane.
Thursday, we both got very drunk, hugged and he told me I was one of his favourite people at the office.
Friday, I resolved to be satisfied with this.
Monday, we were laughing about something and I looked at him and thought, I can’t do anything but love you.
Tuesday night. Emerging from the tube, I pull out my phone. A new message from a new match. I tap the icon and read:
Good day. Good day?
It takes me a moment to process and another moment to laugh. This is already the most promising Tinder interaction of 2016.
As the conversation goes on I realise something incredible: that here is a man who writes longer messages than I do. I’m half-tempted to send Adrien screenshots for all the stick he gives me at work for being verbose. Sam too for that matter: he once told me he only reads the ends of my texts.
Saturday, my new correspondent sends through his standard essay. Halfway down:
I’m not so familiar with Tinder etiquette and I’m not sure if we are supposed to exchange X number of messages or words or inches of text first…
If we are, then I think it’s safe to say the threshold has been crossed.
… but I find it very interesting and pleasant talking to you and I have an inkling that we would enjoy chatting in person…’
Four years ago today I hit publish on my first blog posts. My flatmate posted the link on a forum for tech-heads (not my target audience) and the feedback was… mainly about my choice of font. So I kept going, in the same font.
If my day job’s taught me anything (moot point) it’s that every anniversary, however insignificant, is something to build a marketing campaign around. I’ll spare you the marketing campaign and instead share with you the thoughts and words that have struck me most since starting the blog. It’s a mix of the new, the familiar and the random…
‘You meet, you become lovers, and then you get to know each other, and then, if it works, it might become a relationship, but not necessarily. More often than not, it doesn’t work.’
‘I knew in my stomach. And also because I found myself willing to do almost anything for her and to see her prosper and be merry.’