Tinderfella

Yes, no. I really do not know…

London, a city full of opportunities and unfamiliar faces.

Fortunately being in daily contact with three close girl friends, known as the ‘Panel’ one said, ‘give Tinder ago! What is the worst that could happen?’

Sitting and scanning through the talent, left, left, right. The longer I scanned the quick the swiping became. Before a striking profile caught my eye…

Battling the peak hour underground rush was all worth while to meet this spunk rat*. As we soared to the 38th floor an instant connection was ignited. Both seeing London from a Birdseye view for the first time swept our feet off the ground. Losing track of time, a rambling conversation and picturesque sunset exceeded all Tinder expectations.

Travel and passions featured in the initial 20 questions.

Following dates, we grew a greater understanding of one another’s thoughts and ambitions.

In a city such as London, an inner city dinner in Soho or a Sunday afternoon exhibition at a museum made every outing exciting. But a personal favourite was watching the sunshine melt into the earths surface behind the Thames River; as the birds flew by, making the busy city vibe disappear.

As the days and short weeks passed the idea of it being all to good to be true was made in passing comment. Under the evening sky line we enjoyed an open air cinema, life seemed almost like a dream. That it was, 24 hours later cooking dinner together seemed a challenge. No words could come to mind to fill the room; crickets could be heard.

Waking the next day I felt distance was needed, the question ruminated in my mind, had this romance been over done? Had I started to lose my independence? Maybe I needed to do something for myself, so I had a story to share? as the coming days past I looked forward to seeing this man I had become so fond of.

Returning his call that day, I had no expectation of it being the last.

But this instant match had become undone as quickly as it had been swiped.

Caught by surprise, it made London life seem a little empty for a short moment. But in a city with such a buzz and no hard feelings. The ‘Panel’ and I we could not help agree, the next train ride arrives in 3 minutes and sometimes riding an elevator, on the way up, you need to stop and let some people off.