For a year and a half, I was embroiled in an intense, rollercoaster of a relationship. After and accidental New Year’s Eve tryst with said character and a few nasty conversations since, I decided that I also needed to take responsibility for my part in this endless melodrama as I was also the one allowing it to continue.
Six or so months ago, I was on the District Line from Hammersmith heading into the city to volunteer at an event for friends. The train was held up a few times and I ended up meeting eyes with a tall and very attractive blonde fellow, who was also pressed against the tube door. After minutes in silence and obviously sneaking peaks at one another, we started to speak. All credit to him, really.
The tube cleared and his friends regrouped around him. The intimacy was broken and I thought that was that. But he persevered, this time involving his what-turned-out-to-be work colleagues. We all laughed and chatted. My stop was next. People looked at us. Would it be okay for us to exchange numbers?
Monument Tube Station appeared. Awkward good-byes were exchanged. I got off. Mit no additional number in my phonebook.
This precise moment resulted in me downloading the dating app “Happn” more than 8 months later.
KatyApple 