I missed the boat on the first wave of the dating app trend. And even after I bit the bullet and downloaded one for the first time, I still had a hard time getting on board with the whole idea of swimming through a sea of unknown faces to decide which one I might like to meet and ultimately, what, maybe even have sex with? But eventually, thanks to some good-natured nagging from my friends, I came around and took the plunge. Met a few of the faces, went on a few dates, even had a nice little fling blossom from one of those encounters.
I had just gotten into bed, pulled the blankets up, and grabbed my copy of Pride and Prejudice for what was probably my th reading, when my phone rang. Also, she likes girls. In bed. I like guys in my bed.
My other half has a job that takes him abroad for weeks at a time, which leaves me on my own for longer than I want to be; she was on her own, having dumped her man who was by all accounts useless. We were both in need of company, so we became easy and relaxed with one another, having a lot in common; being of similar age, and laughing at the same things. It became obvious very quickly that our friendship was developing into something else. She was lighting fires within me that had lain dormant for many years.