I get in from dancing. With no romantic prospects on the horizon, I decide to browse Tinder. A succession of no’s later, I’m about to call it a night, when a familiar face floats into view. I hesitate, finger poised over the screen.
Simon is Toby‘s best friend. It used to be a running joke between Toby and I that he would set me up with Simon, which he never did. His excuse was that he didn’t think we were a good match. Oh the irony.
I scroll through the photos. He’s attractive, no question. And funny: that I know from when we did finally meet at a party early in the summer. Toby had texted after the event, asking what I thought of him.
‘Nice guy. Why?’
‘Well I know you were keen to get to know him.’
‘So it’s not that he’s declared his undying love for me?’
‘Well I haven’t seen him since. I’m sure he would if he had the chance.’
That was the last time we spoke.
I hit ‘like’. A few seconds pass. The now familiar screen sweeps into view.
Excitement quickly gives way to feelings of trepidation. I drift off to sleep wondering how, if we were ever to meet in a date scenario, I would explain, well, everything.