I’ve made so many bad decisions in the last 48 hours.
The first was telling Tom I didn’t think men and women could be friends. Which he took as a green light to kiss me.
The second was telling him not to get an Uber.
The third was swiping right on my one good job contact.
‘Did I mention I keep seeing my TV contact on Bumble and want to swipe right but think it would be a mistake?’
‘Anna, this is the third time you’ve mentioned it,’ Beatrice sends back. ‘We have agreed twice that it would be a mistake…’
Chris and I match and, a couple of days later, I meet a girlfriend for lunch. His name comes up in conversation.
‘I love Chris,’ she says. ‘He’s such a sweet guy.’
‘Yeah,’ I say, smiling. ‘I really liked him.’
The Worst of Times
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
I met Tom on Bumble, though he thought we’d matched on Tinder. This, combined with the fact he revamped his entire dating profile on the eve of our first date, rang alarm bells. I was also his first date after five years in a relationship.
When his communication slowed and his dating profile changed again in the days leading up to date #2 (supper at his), I ran scared. I was looking for a relationship; he appeared to be looking to get laid. So I did something I’ve never done before: I lied to get out of the date.
‘Could we rearrange?’ I wound up.
It was a test. I was 99% sure he wouldn’t reschedule.
In the days that followed, his bio underwent several rewrites. My favourite of his tag lines was ‘Not a complete dickhead’. I badly wanted to believe it.
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