Self-inflicting

I’ll hold up my hands and admit – the only reason I downloaded Hinge was for some cheap dopamine hit. A compliment here and there is always appreciated and adds to what you already think of yourself. I had no intention of actually going on any dates because the thought of blind dating always felt so daunting to me.

But then I just so happened to match with a kiwi here in the UK and I had a change of heart. His name was Harrison. Tall. Mousey-brown hair. He was a swimmer and over here for two years, four months left on his visa. On his profile were topless photos of him back home in Christchurch by the pool, wearing aviator sunglasses and smiling. He liked to smile.

I think I would too if I had teeth that white.

HARRISON: You should come and watch me one weekend, if you want. We can go for a drink afterwards.

ME: Sounds good.

HARRISON: If I win, drinks are on you.