#tinder romance

[asianbabygeek]

the greatest shitpost.

Part of my Tinder bio used to be that one of my greatest talents was shitposting on the internet, and some people asked about it, so I dragged out this tired meme from the depths of internet hell and made a shitty mom joke and didn’t even bother to screenshot it properly. 

so here it is, potato-quality, motherfucking good-good. 

[helyercreative]

My Tinder Date and I Went To Rome, and All He Got Me Was This Lousy Reject Text

Part 2 of my first tinder holiday, and I suppose, the final instalment, if you can’t guess from the title. 

I actually had an extremely lovely time in Rome, and with my Tinder date, who me and my friends affectionately call ‘Doctor Rome’. But it came as no surprise to get a reject text from him upon returning home. 

He arrived at Cardiff Central train station on Monday afternoon, after I’d spent the day showing my new housemate Sam around Cardiff. It was nice to see him, and we got some errands done in town before dropping his bag off at my house, and heading straight out to the pub. Doctor Rome studied in Cardiff, and used to live near where I currently live, so he had fond memories of one of my favourite local pubs. After a few drinks we headed home and I cooked dinner for us and my housemates, which was nice as he had a few things in common with them and it wasn’t awkward or anything - also, bonus points to me because everyone enjoyed my food and I didn’t poison anyone. 

The next day we got a few last things we needed before my housemate drove us to Cardiff airport ready to fly out. Conversation flowed fine over a few pre-flight drinks, and we boarded the plane promptly. We’d checked in at different times so our seats were separate, and just as I’d got into a conversation with a lovely older gentlemen named Joe who I was sat next to, Doctor Rome announced he’d managed to get the man next to him to swap seats with me. Not gunna lie, the flight felt pretty romantic, sat hand in hand sleeping on each others shoulders as we flew into the sunset, total bliss. 

Arriving in Rome, Doctor Rome was in charge of directions and event planning (because if I was in charge nothing would’ve got done), we got a train from the airport to Termini station and walked the 15 minutes to our airbnb in Monti. After waiting for about 20 minutes for someone to show up, our host (along with her daughter, and pet dog, Lola) turned up. She was lovely and had a lot of awesome recommendations, which we followed all the food ones and weren’t  disappointed. Our apartment was really lovely, in a very historic old building in a tiny little street on a hill. That evening we went for a little walk around, because it was about 8pm by the time we’d settled in and we were both pretty tired. We found a cute little eatery that looked like it was popular and had some delicious food (Although Doctor Rome’s was a little questionable to look at), and then tried to hunt for a Gelato bar that had been recommended by his cousin. We unfortunately didn’t find it, but we found another one and I was not disappointed at all.

We settled down for the night with some Italian wine before I fell asleep on the sofa. 

Day 2 was reserved for Vatican City, as it was my only full day in Rome and it was the largest time consuming thing our tourist agenda had for us. We caught a metro and walked to the Vatican (Recommend to buy tickets online first to skip any queues, however we were there early enough that there were no queues regardless). I know nothing about history or culture of Italy, and I don’t have a strong desire to learn, but none the less it was still amazing to see everything this place had to offer. Lots of sculptures, and art works all incased within incredible architecture. You could look out the window and see St Peter’s Cathedral and beautiful views of Rome.

We visited the Sistine Chapel, which I was super excited for. I studied art throughout school/college/university, so obviously had seen Michaelanglo’s painting a few times, but I actually had no idea about the rest of the Sistine Chapel art work, and I was completely in awe. I looked up so much that I got neck ache, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I didn’t take any photos there because you weren’t supposed to, and I wanted to keep the image for my mind rather than immortalising it just for the sake of having a photo.

After Sistine Chapel we went to St Peter’s Cathedral, which again was beautiful. Our airbnb host had told us ‘you must go to the top of the basilica’, which we didn’t know was an option, but for €6 (or €7 to take the elevator) you can go to the top of the dome and walk around the outside. The walk was horrible, I am not a huge fan of unsteady climbing or enclosed spaces, and it was both of those combined for 551 steps up to the top.

Once we reached the top, we had a 360 degree view of Rome, but most remarkably was St Peter’s Square, which looked amazing, even in the pissing down rain.

Whilst near Vatican City I wanted to visit a Nespresso boutique I’d found was nearby (You can take the girl out of Nespresso, but can never take the Nespresso out of the girl). It was pissing down with rain, but we walked, and walked, trying to find it. We stopped at an espresso bar on the way through to dry off, and also in an amazing department store (like Urban outfitters crossed with Ikea), and eventually came across the Nespresso Shop-In-Shop within another department store. Not the grand boutique I was hoping for, but another one crossed off the list. Afterwards we had planned to stay out and visit Trevi Fountain and Spanish Steps, but the rain had gotten to both of us quite badly so we headed back to our apartment via the metro. After grabbing some pizza from the local pizzeria next door, we decided we’d dry off and go back out to visit Trevi Fountain and the Spanish steps in the evening. It was still raining but we were still in high spirits. I wasn’t expecting much, and the Spanish Steps really weren’t anything special, especially being extremely conscious of how slippery they are to climb when it was raining so much, but they did give a great view of St Peter’s from the top.

We walked a little further towards where the Trevi Fountain was, having no idea how close we were it suddenly appeared. It was probably about 8pm and there were only a handful of people by it, but I fell in love with it, I found it really beautiful to look at. 

I didn’t want to leave the fountain, and honestly for me this felt like the most romantic part of the trip. Eventually we walked home and had an early night.

The third day was to be my last, Doctor Rome was staying for a further 2 days after I was leaving, so we decided to pack in all the things I wanted to see into the 3 days I would be there. Our airbnb was only a 10 minute walk from the colosseum so we woke early and walked over to it. Surprised by how close it really was (just a short walk through a dodgy park behind us) and it was another breathtaking sight. Tickets were cheap and we got a guided tour too. The tour took probably nearly an hour and was relatively informative, but again, I didn’t have all that much interest in it, but for only €5 I would say it’s a definite thing to buy.

Photo Credz to Doctor Rome.

After the colosseum we walked around for a little bit, and grabbed some food in another recommended restaurant. I had a dish that my housemates often make at home, so it was interesting to taste the real thing. Then walking back to the apartment we managed to find the gelato place we’d looked for on the first night. It was a vegan and gluten free gelato place, and the flavours were intense and amazing, but the consistency was a lot more liquidy than usual gelato so we had to eat them speedily. 

After walking back to the apartment we had a little bit of time to chill before we had to leave for the station. Everything was fine, but I kinda twigged that this holiday was the end of this Tinder Romance. We walked to the train station and we said goodbye and I left him to the rest of his adventure. Whilst I managed to fall asleep on the train, and arrive at the airport to find my flight was delayed by an hour and a half. Which wouldn’t have been too bad but I had a connection flight in Brussels with only a 1 hour 20 minute gap. Luckily the second flight was also delayed (it snowed in Brussels and they had to de-ice all the planes), I managed to make it back to the UK, however had missed my bargain £1 megabus by about 10 minutes so had to fork out £25 for a national express, plus £10 on a taxi home at 4am, ready to wake up for work at 10am. 

I didn’t hear from Doctor Rome (apart from telling him i arrived home and he said to have a nice day) at all, even after he would’ve arrived home. I asked him if he didn’t want to talk to me or see me, and told him it was ok but would be nice for him to tell me rather than ghost me, and that’s when I got the lousy reject text.

Better to have Tinder Romanced in Rome and Lost, than to not have Tinder Romanced In Rome at all, right?

[funk-dabble]

Boys are wild. Imagine being horny enough to video yourself jackin it and sending it to a stranger. How does that work?

[teenvogue]

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