Day 39 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
Inspiration: Raja Ravi Verma
V from Bangalore shares her tale.
“I’d been talking to this one guy called David from Tinder. He was new in the city, living in a hotel for the next six months and wanted someone to chill with. We decided to meet. After cancelling on him once, I finally met him at a Coffee Day under his hotel. The plan was to go get some grub and alcohol but he put forward the suggestion of smoking up in his hotel room and then heading out.
There we were in his room, chatting up, him stealing glances at my legs clad in shorts. We had to go into the bathroom to smoke, because smoke detectors!
Just while going in, I get a look at his ID, and well, it had his photo but the name was miles different from what his Tinder name was.
I walk into the bathroom, we start smoking up, and in a smooth, practiced move he turns a blowback into a kiss, in the middle of which I ask him what his name was.
He makes up a cock and bull story about the discrepancy. Honestly I did not care.
We end up on his bed, swiftly getting our clothes off and getting into the action, only to realise he isn’t that great at stuff. I am high and bored. Neither of us have a condom on us, and after his failed attempts to get me to have unprotected sex, he goes to buy condoms, taking the hotel key card with him.
Two minutes in, the room goes dark (since, well he took his key card). Sitting there in the dark, I start wondering why I was still there. I call him, he doesn’t pick up. I decide to do what any mature, fearless adult would (not) do. I put on my clothes and flee out of the room. I hear the elevator stop, so I run to the staircase, peep to see if it was him. It is. Now I just get outside the hotel, get an auto, all while he was calling me continuously.
I tell him why I left [the lying about the name part of it, not the bad at what he does one].
I have the munchies, so I go to Pinkberry, have my favorite Salted caramel fro-yo and go home.
He still texts me everyday.”