Chapter 43 – Assorted Chats


Tuesday, 9 February 2016.


Day 51


Anna is lying in bed, reading Tinder messages and thinking to herself.


Gosh, there are all kinds of chats on Tinder. I’ve had hundreds so far…

I think there’s something called chat chemistry, too.

There are the guys who make no effort whatsoever. They just send a hi and that’s it. The chat dies a natural – welcomed – death.

Then there are those who try a little harder, but there’s just no chemistry. No chat chemistry! The topics seem really off – these guys give the vibe of being quite superficial or immature. Or simple-minded.

Lazy. Not interested enough?

Definitely NOT interesting! Humft.

Maybe they’re simply really, really bad with social skills? Or with writing. Hard to imagine anything going forward like that. Hard to see how they’d get anyone’s attention like that.

They’re plain boring. Poor devils!

Not to mention the disrespectful guys. They don’t lift a finger, just say something nasty and want the lady to fall onto their lap?? I don’t waste my time with them.

Unmatch – what a great little button.


Ah… There’s the Italian university graduate doing some research around here. Really cute and friendly. He insists on chatting a lot – he’s new in Finland. But only 33 years old.

He’s been trying to convince me to meet him for days and days. Always sending romantic things, rose emojis, hearts, compliments.

It’s sweet really…

Out of nowhere he sends a message like:

Dear Anna, good morning!

I would go to the ends of the Earth for you. I would swim the raging seas and cross the scariest jungles. I’d fight a lion for you, survive all perils and mine that cave. Just to get you the perfect diamond and bring it to you with an immaculate red rose. I’ll sing you a serenade under your window, just for the chance of you blowing me a kiss.

Let me take you on a date this weekend? Please beauty.


That’s funny.


Wow. They really are romantic.


Areia demais pro meu caminhão – as the saying goes in Portuguese – too much sand for my little truck! Or I for his?

Anyway… champagne taste, beer wage. He should take it down a notch……

Mmmm, Anna, Anna – it could be fun!

He’s endearing.

No. He’s a student. And just too young!!

I’ll just wish him all the best and unmatch him. Kindly. Don’t want to stab his romantic little heart. I hope he never changes…


And then, there are chats like Frederick’s and Christian’s. 🎯

No comments. Let them speak for themselves.

© 2017 rf



Obs. Day 51 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.

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