Chapter 22 – Tinder Date #7

 

Tuesday, 2 February 2016. –> And we’re back to the past.

 

Day 44

 

Diary Dear,

My quest goes on in the treacherous seas of the Isle of Tinder-Cinders.

When I arrive at the Little Big Café, André is almost done munching his croissant and gulping away. I smile as I walk up to him. Holding up two fingers, he complains I’m 2 minutes late.

Cool guy.

He asks me if I’d like coffee and when I nod, he adds, “Go buy one then”.

Sweet.

His pics on Tinder are quite nice. Suit and all. How come he looks as though he went to bed in old clothes, got up, slipped his feet into no-lace boots, put on his oldest winter coat (nothing’s matching), and came to meet me on a bad hair day?

Whatever. I know I can just dump him, but humor him with me.

 If nothing else, stories to tell my grand-kids one day?

He then proceeds to chatter. 20 minutes on global warming. According to him, the firm he owns is building huge projects in Vantaa, but – he protests – what’s the use of it if all Africa is going to invade Europe by the millions?

Anyway, fifteen minutes, that’s it – no more (thank God), and we leave. His SUV is parked outside and he commands, “Get in the car. I’ll take you home now.”

I just bid him farewell/no thanks and know that I’ve had my first nutjob date.


 

Diary… Mom called from Tampere this afternoon to check up on me. I shared a little, mentioned Ex and Newbie’s Bahamas pics on FB. What a pain… but no comments. 

Rage. Sigh.

“Anna, I don’t understand how come you’re so calm. Why don’t you hate him?? It’s been really hard on us, your father and me.”

“Really, mom? I know…

“But, you’re the one who did all those daily devotionals with us kids. Reading the whole Bible, cover to cover. You had us memorize those verses about not judging others, loving your neighbor… Forgiving 70×7. Ring any bells?

“Remember the little song you made out of that verse for us to sing: ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Yes do!’

“Your fault, mom. And…

Thanks.☺️” — I really am deeply grateful. Mom has always been incredible. A Rock and a steadfast friend.

“Yes, but…”

 

I change subjects and tell her the hot gossip. You know. Tinder, me. The whole concept had to be explained to her.

Her reaction? Out of the roof. Ha-ha. She wants updates. 😄

We agreed not to tell dad just yet. Don’t know if he’d understand…


 

As for other news… the teens are fine. With their father this week, so I have another date booked. 😆

#incorrigibleme

The guy looks good in his photos – like a Norwegian god. Bold smile. Blond, nicely trimmed beard. His pics are artistic, cropped to show only half his face.

His chats are a bit slow, though. IT engineer. Nokia.

Talking of which, the Englishman (Christian) has been writing avidly. As nicely as ever. Is he really visiting Finland this month, you think?

Ah, come on doubting Thomas… sooner or later I’ll have to score. I’ve got enough match cards up my sleeve. I just know it. 

Get me a winning ticket, will you? Please. God?

 

As hard as it is, people find love and passion every day. It’s been like this for centuries, I think. 🤔 Since the beginning of times, maybe? That’s just the nature of things. Love Actually. Love is in the air. Everywhere. 

If even Mr. Ex is happy with Ms. Newbie…

© 2017 rf

 

 

Obs. Day 44 since moving out.

Author: TinderellaAnna

Anna is a character. Half-fictional, half-inspired in many, many true events. Half-European, half-Latin-American. She is happy, she is strong, she is a mom, a teacher, a friend. Despite the divorce - not of her choice - she is determined to be joyful, grateful, hopeful, sweet; believing that life is for sharing and that he is somewhere out there. But he will have to be as lovable as she is. After all, better alone than in bad company. Sigh: but better in good company than alone... Disclaimer: All names and places have been changed to protect the people who happen to be true.

One thought on “Chapter 22 – Tinder Date #7”

  1. I had a friend who ventured into online dating. She arranged to meet guys in public places, would walk past to check him out first, and if she didn’t like the look of him, she just kept on walking. She ended up marrying a work colleague she’d known for years. They are very happily married over 20 years later. There is hope. But perhaps not through Tinder !

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