Day 66 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
Inspiration: Patachitra from West Bengal
Here’s Z’s story from Kolkata
“So I got onto Tider just to get over my loneliness and because I had broken up.
I had finished my Masters, hostel life had ended and I could not stop sulking about life. I wanted good conversations and then I downloaded Tinder.
First few days on the app were awful. On the first day of swiping and matching, I mostly got messages from men, “I am horny”, “Let’s talk dirty” and so on.
After some time, men weren’t that bad. I went on a few dates. Casual talking and grabbing some drinks. Nothing more than that.
Then one day I came across a man, he seemed sorted, his bio was nice and subtle, and we had similar interests. So I swiped right and it was a match. We started talking. He shared poetry with me and I did the same. I loved the way he conversed. There was no flirting, just intelligent and warm conversation.
But Tinder was boring and we chatted on and off. Finally we shared our numbers and started chatting on WhatsApp. We talked for almost two weeks and neither of us mentioned meeting . And mind you there was no flirting, just intelligent conversation. After a certain time he started to open up about his relationship that had lasted six years and had left him lonely and sad. I did not sympathise with him, but I understood what he went through, because I had been there.
Finally one day he asked me out. Just a casual meeting. We walked, talked, had roadside tea and sutta. It felt like we were long lost friends.
But there was a strange thing, he was always brooding about his miserable heartbreak. I ignored it but it just got worse.
One day I was a little high and I told him I like him. He said he was happy to hear that and that he respects me. After a few days he came to my office to pick me up, this was the second time we met. And it was a total surprise. He made me feel great by that gesture. And I was falling for him. He told me he likes me too and kissed me that day. It felt really good.
On the third day, he told me he wanted to meet me but somewhere alone and in private. I had a flat which is generally empty. We met, we spoke for hours. About us. About everything. He told me he loved me but did not want to lose me. I heard him out. We kissed. We had sex. And it did not even last for three mins. That was the worst sex ever. I was lying there naked, with no orgasm, and that perfect man of mine put on his clothes, did not even look at me and left. Just opened the door and left. I felt bad, I felt bad about the sex. I fucking wasted a pill over that awful sex. And emotionally I felt abandoned He texted me that he was ill. He couldn’t talk because he came from a conservative family. And since that day, it’s been a month. It was just for sex now I realise.
Also, on all three dates, I paid. I was the one working and he did not have his offer letter then. But he also took 2.5k from me on the third day. So I lost money too.
That’s my story. I haven’t stopped there because he was a jerk. I am still swiping. I have met a few wonderful men and have have had some amazing sex.”
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