‘But… I dunno. It’s just – I know loads of people do it, but, it just seems… a bit desperate.’
‘But if you think you’ve met everyone you’re going to meet through the usual channels…’
‘… then why not? You might meet someone.’
That’s what I’m afraid of.
I am negativity central today.
‘… I’d only be doing it because I was being paid, so I’d feel like a bit of a fraud.’
‘Better to do it because you’re being paid and then writing about it, than doing it because you’re desperate!’
Can we stop saying desperate?!
‘But… I can’t be bothered with it! I have a life, y’know?! I have things in my diary.’
I’ve surpassed myself on the lame excuses front. My mother doesn’t bother replying.
The ace up my sleeve.
‘… I do meet people I like, it’s just, it’s not mutual! I don’t need to meet more people I like who don’t like me back!’
Viable Prospect springs to mind, though I haven’t actually met him…
‘But you might meet someone who does like you back!’
… and Matthew.
There it is: the Big, as Carrie Bradshaw might say, reason for doing online dating. Today’s the first day I haven’t listened to the songs we danced to, or edited posts about him which are clearly never going to work because they hang on something pathetic, like a Facebook add.
I weave through the crowd, processing faces.
No, no, no…
It’s like Tinder.
… no, no…
Or online dating.
… not a patch on Ma–
I dismiss the thought.
‘… I might do it.’