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Date Night: The Politician

Met this guy on Tinder. I’ve been on a bit of a roll with it ever since I changed my profile picture. He was 25 which is a bit young for me, but he was quite good looking and claimed to be 6’3″, so seemed promising.

We arranged to meet in Soho after work. I have a little more Money than I thought I would this month as my ex-flatmate who’s staying for a while offered to pay the bills, so proposed going somewhere that does cheap food. I thought he’d do the standard guy thing of “Let’s go and waste money on overpriced drinks as I don’t want to spend £6 on a pizza when meeting you”, but in a pleasant surprise agreed, and we went to Pizza Pilgrims.

My first impression was that he looked like his pictures and had conversational ability. So far, so good. We went and got a table downstairs.

Talked about work. Turns out he works for the Labour party. LOL. I’m into right-wing politics, so in my head I was just laughing about the ridiculousness of the situation. Debated whether to mention that I voted Conservative, but decided not to.

Wondered if politics would be a dealbreaker. Decided to be open-minded. The conversation flowed pretty smoothly. He mentioned that he went to Oxford for university, and he was definitely the posh, Eton type. The rugged, northern, hyper-masculine vibe is more my thing now, but that was exactly my type when I was younger, so maybe I could give it a go.

We finished dinner pretty early, and he didn’t suggest going for a drink or anything, so perhaps he wasn’t interested, but I appreciated the early night. There’s nothing worse than a clinger who won’t let you leave. He had a “Remain” bag, so we talked about the EU referendum for a bit. At least there was one political thing we agreed on. Although, I read something about how there’s going to be a huge skills shortage in digital marketing so salaries are set to rise, so maybe I should have voted leave.

As I left, he said I could come back to his for a drink if I wanted. OK so, he might not be interested, but he’d fuck me. Great. When I got home, I debated whether I should text him saying I had a good time and give things another go, but finding another one on Tinder seemed like a better option, so I left it up to him. He didn’t text.

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Date Night: The Politician


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