“Let me tell you about the guy who had the foot fetish. This weirdo wanted to meet me to rub my feet and massage them. He then proceeded to tell me that he wants to lick them dirty or clean. I told him I had a lot of toe jam, he didn’t seem to mind and wanted to touch them anyways. I told him I would run my feet all over him, thinking he was kidding, but he sure wasn’t. He really wanted to love them. Then he tells me that he wants F them… what the heck! It reached the point I told him he was sick and had to go.” – With love from Canada x
Sharing is Caring
Living in a shared house can be taxing at times, especially when you don’t get on with your housemates. Once you have all bonded life is a little easier, you take it in turns to buy toilet paper, you share your cutlery and ice cream, I used to spend evenings watching Sex & The City with my housemate, well, she watched whilst I painted my nails.
Over in Thailand, Meg* met a guy through Tinder, they hooked up but it didn’t really go anywhere, imagine her surprise when a few weeks later she bumped into the same guy who her housemate had hooked up with (also via Tinder) on her way to the bathroom! As if that wasn’t awkward enough Casanova did the only thing any red blooded male would do in that situation, he suggested a threesome. I think it’s safe to say he didn’t visit that house again! (Surely he would have got a sense of deja vu when he walked in…)
Doctor of Love
Back on our side of the pond, Phoebe had matched with a guy and even though he had messaged her she hadn’t got back to him yet. At the doctor surgery, she was told that her usual GP was unavailable and she would have to see Dr Smith, you guessed it, Dr Smith was her recent match that she had ignored. Neither one mentioned that they recognized each other, probably something to do with doctor patient confidentiality…
Looks can be deceiving
During my short stint on Tinder I found that even though a guy would have about 5 photos he only looked like the same person in 2, I put it down to lighting but still swiped left. One evening I got the following text message: “While flicking through it with Lee one day he showed me this amazingly beautiful girl with killer cheekbones and glamour girl boobs, I was like wow she is amazing, then he pointed to her name! It was only… from… Now I’m not saying she’s not pretty but it would be like expecting to meet up with Angelina Jolie and getting Abi Branning. So forever more that shot down our faith that anyone looks like they actually say on Tinder!!”.
We are forever learning that it is a very small world so you don’t know when or where you may bump into a fellow swiper, for about 2 weeks I was genuinely paranoid that any man that looked at my face for that split second longer had seen me on Tinder. My GP is female, I have no housemates, I hate when ANYONE touches or even looks at my feet and I no longer use the app so no one can accuse me of not looking like me on purpose (unless you’re on my Instagram, then I can’t make any promises). I’m safe from the Tinder drama’s but I’ll share yours, if you’ll let me, keep an eye out for a success story.
*All names have been changed or not shared to protect the participants anonymity