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Dating Disasters: ‘I'm out, I'm never dating again’

By Amayzine | #!31Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200+02:001031#31Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200+02:00-7Europe/Amsterdam3131Europe/Amsterdam202331 11am31am-31Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200+02:007Europe/Amsterdam3131Europe/Amsterdam2023312023Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200157158amFriday=9#!31Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200+02:00Europe/Amsterdam8#08-11-2023#!31Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200+02:001031#/31Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200+02:00-7Europe/Amsterdam3131Europe/Amsterdam202331#!31Fri, 11 Aug 2023 07:15:10 +0200+02:00Europe/Amsterdam8#

In Dating Disasters vertellen anonieme lezers over hun gênantste, meest tenenkrommende en dramatische dates. Deze week: the casanova.

I had actually made up my mind: I was completely done with dating. Yet I put myself through it one more time and matched with Martijn. At first glance, a mega wrong guy, who found it amusing to talk about himself and asked very few questions in return. Just to be clear: I am a man who is attracted to men and usually go for the more modest types. You know, without flashy photos with a bare torso that are all taken in the same corner of the gym. Since I wasn't necessarily looking for something serious, I decided to go on a date with Martijn anyway. A case of yolo.

We were going to have a drink in the city and when I saw him standing there, my nerves disappeared. This man was handsome! Way too handsome for me. I decided to man up and approached him stuttering. Once we were seated, I could take a good look at him. I studied his neatly styled hair, his flashy watch, his tanned face, and his outfit that looked like he had put a lot of thought into it. Everything about this man screamed: wrong.

I realized I was completely right about that during the second drink. We chatted a bit about our previous dating experiences (at least, I chatted while he distractedly looked around) and I tried to ignore his rather uninterested attitude when he pulled out his phone. ‘Look how many matches I have,’ he announced with a serious face. I laughed out of discomfort, but he was dead serious. Suddenly, I found myself involuntarily in a presentation about all 704 Tinder matches of Martijn and I quickly looked for the emergency exit. Or a camera. This had to be a joke, right? I don't remember exactly how I reacted, but it could never have been more than a polite: ‘Oh, wow.’

I sat through the rest of the date obediently, but I immediately let him know afterwards that I didn't feel the need to meet again. I kept to myself that I wasn't interested in the Tinder version of ‘1 against 704’. Completely dating tired, I slinked home and promised myself: from now on, I really won't date anymore.

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