
I can probably count on one hand the amount of times that I’ve done something spontaneous, and pretty much all of those times alcohol was involved.
But last month I travelled 877 kilometres to go on a date.
Flashback to two years ago, I was interstate for a work trip and in my hotel room I decided to pass the time by swiping on Tinder. I matched with a guy, we got on well, exchanged numbers and planned to meet up but I was way too busy and nothing ended up coming of it.
So I kind of forgot about it.
Until the same work trip, the same city, a year later and exactly the same thing happened.
Except this time, we followed each other on Instagram and decided to keep in touch. A few months down the track, and many conversations later, the idea of one of us flying interstate for a weekend together was brought up.
It was decided that I would fly to see him… thanks to some pressure from my mother who said: “Oh, would you just shut up and book the bloody flight!”
Side note – we translate dating terms. Post continues after video.