Once I had an introduction I was fine, but it’s that first step. I met Louisa (ditto, name) outside some notable church or other one evening while visiting on holiday (Tinder tourism being, in my view, a far more compelling way to get to know a place than a cumbersome Lonely Planet guide).It’s difficult for a lot of people.” After just one outing, I’d learned two fundamental lessons about the world of online dating: pretty much everyone has at least one decent picture of themselves, and meeting women using a so-called hook-up app is seldom straightforwardly about sex. We drank cocktails by the Danube and rambled across the city before making the romantic decision to stay awake all night, as she had to leave early the next day to go hiking with friends.
A few weeks earlier I had tried to give my number to a girl in a cinema café in Brixton.I assumed something bad had happened but she explained that she was terrified of flying. We wound up holding hands through a horrific patch of mid-air turbulence, exchanged anecdotes to distract ourselves and even, when we were safely in sight of the ground, a kiss. The lines between sex, love and friendship are blurrier than ever, but you can be sure that if you look closely at the lines, you’ll almost certainly notice the pixels.She’s in my phone, but as a contact on Facebook rather than an avatar on a dating app. But on the plane back to London the next day, a strange thing happened.Before takeoff, the woman sitting beside me started crying.