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.
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.
In less than a year, they claim to have made 75 million matches, 50 million of which have culminated in engagements – speedy work.
Not just the dates themselves, but the endless emails you end up sending before you even go on a date.
I could use that time to find a cure for something serious, I reasoned , or take up trampolining.
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.
He put a winky face at the end of each entreat, just to show how serious he really was. When I went through the matches in my area, I discovered several people I knew, plus a few more friends of friends (Tinder tells you if you have any Facebook friends in common with someone). They all claim it was for dating – most seemed to view it as the ‘acceptable’ side of online dating, and said it was easier than trying to meet people in bars.