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Serendipity – What a Load of Bollocks

Serendipity – What a Load of Bollocks

It happened. After resisting for so many years I finally succumbed to temptation and downloaded a (cough cough) dating app. Yep….. I am now being judged on what I look like and my chosen career path before I even get to speak the person judging me. What a world, huh?

Anyway, after a few days of scrolling around and wondering which woman would be the least likely to A) have a penis and B) steal all my stuff, I finally found someone unlikely to do either of those things.

I pressed match.

………………….She pressed match.

We matched.

It all seemed so simple…… But it wasn’t.

Anybody There?

I go to message her for the first time yet I just don’t seem to have the option. The irony. Any other person I can message…. Just not her for some reason. Her profile even had a different colour. Something was wrong.

I put it down to “one of those things” and left it at that.

Twist of Fait

Fast-forward a few days and I’m setting up for another (shameless plug) event when 2 girls walk in asking for tickets. We had sold out and 2 girls tickets would have made the event uneven so I couldn’t have them take part. The issue was that one of them looked incredibly familiar. Whilst she was walking out of the venue it clicked… She was the mystery girl.

Without thinking I rush to the exit to try to catch her when someone who’d bought tickets for the event arrives and pins me down with questions.

Things like “What’s the format for the evening?” and “How many people are there?”  I politely answer but by the time I run outside she’s already disappeared. I look to the left… I look to the right.

Gone.

I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

The whole thing plays on my mind all night and I barely sleep. I can’t believe that I’d crossed paths with someone both online AND offline within a matter of days and STILL not managed to connect with them.

I turn up to the office explaining the whole situation. My colleagues laugh at the whole thing before offering to to track her down. “If you think you can find her based on her first name and age – go for it” I say.

It literally takes them 2 minutes.

So, now that I have her details it’s time to man up and be bold. I send her the most un-stalkery message I can on Facebook explaining the whole situation and that we owe it to fait to go for a drink.

I play the waiting game…… And wait…. And wait…… And wait.

She’s seen the message. She’s typing. The tension is killing me…. AAAAAAAH!

The Message

She can’t believe it. She laughs, appreciates my boldness and sees past the whole stalkery-aspect of it all. We also discover that we live around the corner from each other. I amen, if that’s not fait – then I don’t know what is.

The Date

So, the night arrives. We decide to go on a local pub crawl so that we’re not too far away from home which totally works for me.

I get to pub number one and order us both a drink. She walks in and there’s definitely some chemistry…. Or so I thought.

The longer the date goes on, the more I realise there’s nothing there. It’s good… But not great. It gets stale. We’re completely on different wavelengths with a lot of things and the whole flow of the evening never really gets out of second gear. It happens. But, we struggle through and feel that we owe it to the potentially amazing story to see it through. It’s painful.

The date finishes and we go our separate ways.

The Aftermath

We message each other – but there’s nothing really there to cling onto apart from the story. The fact that she’s now gone travelling for a couple of weeks makes it easier on both of us to just leave it.

So, here’s the million dollar question or questions, I guess. When dating, do we try to give something another chance as it might just be an “off night”? Do we owe it to the story that it could well be something we just don’t see yet? Do we stay with people for the wrong reasons sometimes just because the story of how we met is unique?

I guess the only thing that I can say for sure on this occasion is that… Well… Serendipity is nothing but a load of bollocks.

 

 


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