“Misunderstandings happen,” he shrugs, before asking how I rate the date so far from one to 10.
Saturday We ended up in the sort of Soho tequila bar where dinner dates come to die.
When you depart from more densely populated urban areas, you have to cast your geographic net wider. Bye." But up here I find myself more forgiving of the profiles, pouncing on any within a 30-mile radius who seem to have the slightest grasp of grammar.
Back in London it's more like "18 shared interests! “Richard” gives me the impression he has Tinder-banged so many women in his town that one in 10 children born in the next generation will be biologically his.
I promptly get trigger-happy and tick "yes" to a local lad who “likes” me too. Maybe I'm being a tad picky for someone using a free hookup app?I’m honest about being a writer but I don't rein in my flirting.He's cute so I take the ethnographic approach as he describes the back-and-forth of flirting on Tinder as “tedious intellectual foreplay." He tells me he’s met up with several Tinderers with the sole aim of having sex almost immediately – a game plan that has seen him ditched more times than it’s worked.We held hands as we walked to his place, kissing on a quiet square in Clerkenwell and I felt like a spontaneous 17-year-old …Well, right up until this morning, when he asked me how I rated the sex so far from one to 10.