Day 19 of #100IndianTinderTales

A traveller shares his Tindia expereinece.

Inspiration: Mario Miranda

“As a biracial man who looks somewhat North Indian, visiting India gave me mixed feelings. On the outside I seemed to fit in, but every step I took was another culture shock waiting to happen.

I am single, so Tinder was a great way to meet locals. After getting over the fact that most women on Tinder will assume I’m a predator unless I prove myself innocent, I managed to lock down a dinner date with a Goan woman in Mumbai.

Conversation was great, we connected on many levels. While I knew very little about Indian culture, I did understand some of the traditional pressures young people have to get married. I thought this might be something to laugh about at the dinner table.

It was successful. We would joke about getting married because we were having such a successful date. That’s what people do in India, right? How else would we have sex?

Hints were dropped and somehow I was able to detect them. Tindia thought it was a good idea for us to have drinks back at my hotel.

The drinks never happened but we enjoyed a nice movie and chill session instead. Everything seemed normal. At no point did I feel like this was different to any Tinder date back home.

However, the pillow talk then began. Tindia brought up our joke from earlier in the night, I laughed and assumed she was joking. But she pushed, and pushed with a deadpan look on her face.

“No we have to be together now. You will come back to Goa and meet my parents…”

Haha very funny Tindia.

“… but we have had sex now, how can we not get married? What will my parents think? How could you do this to me? I thought you were serious about getting married! I would not have slept with you otherwise!”

What seemed like a well-placed joke suddenly became one of my top five kinds of nightmares. She seemed serious, she kept pressing for fifteen minutes straight. I was no longer in the mood for round two. My heart started racing. I was angry and worried. I felt completely misled.

Finally, after seeing how this had affected me, she decided to admit the truth. She was just joking.

Was she? Sometimes these jokes are funny, but she took it too far. I’m not sure if she expected me to return to my previous mood. The damage was done.

The next morning she seemed sheepish. I found it awkward. It was a shame, we did get along well. But I can’t help but feel there was some truth hidden within the little trick she played on me. Or maybe I’m too gullible.”

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