I ghosted him on a dating app – 7 years later he’s my boyfriend
Grindr.Yes, I was on Grindr, so it doesn’t take a brain box to work out that I was after a sitch between the sheets and not on the streets. ‘Oh, wait, you know who I am?
This sounds like trouble,’ I answered, wondering what trap I was walking into. With palpable sass, he said, ‘Indeed, but clearly you have absolutely no idea who I am, eh?’ I confess, I did not!A year earlier, I’d been on the hunt for something a touch more serious than a casual tumble – only on Tinder, not the gay meatmarket that is Grindr.
I’m into quirky facial features over classic good looks, and because the latter is apparently more common, my collection of matches was depressingly paltry.
However, among my reciprocated right-swipes on Tinder was a cute French PhD student, and he actually bothered to strike up a conversation – a rarity on any dating app these days.
