On the train and overhearing three girls - nah three thirty something females. Posh - or trying to be. One of them mentions an obviously mutual friend going on a date last night. And they all immediately tune in … seems it was through Tinder. Nice guy apparently and she may go out with him again. GSOH as they used to say in the Ireland’s Own personal ads.
How do they know all this? She posted it …
If I’m Mr Right (has never happened btw) and I’m reading about my ‘date’ on Facebook or Instagram within a few hours there ain’t gonna be no second date.
Wtf is it with people??? Jaysus is there no such thing as a personal life any more?? I’m glad I’m done with all that. There was no Grindr in my day.
They are now proceeding to lightly bitch about some other ‘friend’. There’s a book/play in this.