A couple of months later I’d got bored of trampolining and my thesis on illnesses in general was going nowhere.
I’d also conveniently forgotten that I hate online dating.
The whole exchange took eight hours, maximum, from start to finish.
General wisdom has it that you shouldn’t settle on the first nice-ish bloke (or bird) who comes your way.
“It’s difficult to gauge how much people are in it for the hook up, like with Grinder.
I see it as a dating app, and on every date I’ve been on, they’ve said the same – but who’d admit, in the middle of a date that they’re only in it for sex? If you take dating particularly seriously, then I can see how this sort of ambiguity might be troubling (although I know plenty of guys – and girls – who use traditional online dating sites as a means to a shag, and are much less honest about it, so maybe it’s all in the presentation).
If they like you back on an equally superficial level, you get a notification and can start chatting.
It means you’re never going to get pestered with messages from anyone you haven’t already explicitly liked.
I could use that time to find a cure for something serious, I reasoned , or take up trampolining.
I’d love you tell you we had an amazing 48-hour dated that culminated in a trip to the Little White Wedding Chapel in Vegas – mainly because it would be a better story.
However, in reality he was a perfectly nice guy, but we didn’t have much chemistry, so after a couple of drinks we went our separate ways.
Fully primed, and in need of a distraction, I download the app and check out my recommendations.
I’m not sure how many of men on there realise that the app uses your Facebook profile picture as a default, as I quickly spot several who appear to posing with wives or girlfriends. That aside, it turns out I’m really very good at making superficial judgments about people based on very little.