‘Come on. You must have some idea. Like, what sort of guys do you find yourself liking?’
None of them, is what I probably should have said. I never like anyone.
‘No type in particular,’ is what I actually said.
‘Tall? Nerdy? Sporty? Musicians? Tattoos? Long hair? Boys who look like pirates?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Hm.’ Rooney chewed slowly, looking at me. ‘Girls?’
‘What?’
‘D’you prefer girls?’
‘Um.’ I blinked. ‘Well … I don’t think so? Not really.’
‘Hm.’
‘What?’
‘It’s just interesting.’
‘What is?’
Rooney swallowed, smirking. ‘You, I guess.’
I was about eighty per cent sure she was using ‘interesting’ as a synonym for ‘weird’， but, oh well.
‘I had an idea,’ Rooney said to me in a very earnest tone that evening. I would have taken her seriously were she not dressed as a sexy fried egg in preparation for the John’s college bar fancy-dress party. This comprised a body piece in the shape of a fried egg, but with thigh-high socks and giant heels. I was actually quite impressed – it was an incredible way to say ‘I want to look good, but also let you know that I have a sense of humour’。
I was not going to the fancy-dress party. I’d told Rooney I needed a night to just be on my own and watch About Time swiftly followed by La La Land, and, to my surprise, she’d said that was fair enough.
‘An idea?’ I said from my bed. ‘About …？’
Rooney walked over and flopped down next to me on my bed. I shuffled up so the fried-egg body piece wasn’t literally crushing my torso.
‘Your no-romo situation.’
‘I’m really not that bothered,’ I said, which was obviously a lie. I was extremely and consistently bothered, but after yesterday’s fiasco I was ready to give up rather than put myself through that again.
Rooney held up her phone. ‘Have you tried any dating apps?’
I looked at the phone. I’d never met anyone our age who used a dating app. I hesitated. ‘Do people our age use dating apps?’
‘I’ve used Tinder since I turned eighteen.’
I knew what Tinder was, at least. ‘I don’t really think Tinder is for me.’
‘But how will you know if you don’t try?’
‘I don’t think I need to try everything to know I don’t like it.’
Rooney sighed. ‘Look, OK. This is just an idea, but Tinder is a really good way to just have a look at what guys are actually out there, like, in the vicinity. You don’t actually have to talk to them, but, like, it might at least help you get an idea of what sort of guy you want to go for.’
She opened Tinder on her phone and immediately showed me a picture of the first guy who popped up. ‘Kieran, 21, Student’。
I looked at Kieran. He looked a bit like a tall rat. Which, you know. That sort of look does it for some people.
‘I don’t think this is my thing,’ I said.
Rooney rolled off my bed with a sigh, her egg costume nearly knocking over the glass of water on my bedside table. ‘It’s just an idea. Do it if you get bored tonight.’ She walked over to her own bed and grabbed her bag. ‘Swipe left is no, swipe right is yes.’
‘I don’t think I’ll –’
‘It’s just an idea! You don’t have to, like, love them, but just look out for anyone you see who you wouldn’t mind finding more about.’
And then she was out the door.
I was half an hour into About Time when I picked up my phone and downloaded Tinder.
I definitely wasn’t going to talk to anyone. I was just curious.
I just wanted to know if I would ever see a guy and think, Yeah, he’s hot.
So I made a Tinder profile. I picked five of my best selfies from Instagram and spent another half an hour trying to think what to write in my ‘About’ section, before settling on ‘Cheesy-romcom connoisseur’。
The first guy who popped up was ‘Myles, 20, Student’。 He had brown hair and a leer. In one picture he was playing snooker. I got a bad vibe and swiped left.
The second guy was ‘Adrian, 19, Student’。 His bio said he was an adrenaline junkie who was looking for his ‘manic pixie dream girl’， which got an instant swipe left.
I swiped left on four more guys, then realised that I wasn’t even looking at them properly – I was just reading the bios and making an assessment as to whether I thought we’d get on. That wasn’t the point. I was supposed to be finding someone I was physically attracted to.