CAR­RIE BICK­MORE

be­lieves a few white lies are OK when it comes to dat­ing.

Sunday Herald Sun - Stellar - - Contents - Car­rie co-hosts The Project, 6.30pm week­nights, on Net­work Ten.

Steve: Tall, hand­some, ad­ven­tur­ous and loves rom-coms. My girl­friend eye­balls the Tin­der de­scrip­tion and con­cludes, “Nup, I’m swip­ing left.” “Why?” I plead. “He sounds per­fect.” “Nope,pe, if that’s what he’s writ­ing on his Tin­der nder pro­file he’s bound to be short, bor­ing and hasn’t even seen Thehe Note­book,” she replied.

The dat­ing game in 2017 is com­pli­cated. icated. De­spite how easy apps have ave made meet­ing a would-be -be suitor, we’ve lost many of the checks and bal­ances es that meet­ing in real life pro­vides. ovides. Once you could tell if some­one ome­one was a douche by their ir man­ner and the amountnt of beer they’d spilt on their shirt. hirt. Now you have to de­ter­mine mine their per­son­al­ity based on the three words they use on their Tin­der pro­file.

But what hasn’t changed is our need to puff up our feath­ers.rs. Whether on­line or in per­son, er­son, we’ve all talked our­selves up in order to im­press­ress some­one.

Take e my friend (let’s call her r Sally). She’d just met a guy she re­ally liked, and in the un­com­pro­mis­ing sec­onds ds of the first fi­first hope­ful ex­change, nge, tells him she loves Star Wars. Bright­ened by her love of stormtroop­ersmtroop­ers and Wook­iees, he takes her to the lat­est film for their first date. Sally chews pop­corn, des­per­ately hop­ing he won’t ask her about the Death Star or why Chew­bacca talks the way he does. She some­how gets away with it. The next day, h he says he’s go­ing to the Big Bash that night. “I love cricket!” Sally replies, shock­ing her­self with her own w words. This guy must’ve thought heh had hit the jack­pot. A girl who loves Star Wars and the odd re­verse sweep. Plea Pleased at how things were p pro­gress­ing, she then agrees to go camp­ing with him anda his fam­ily. There she w was, make-up free and pee­ing be­hind a bush, all the while p pre­tend­ing she’s at one with the great out­doors. It was dur­ing this time in the wild wilder­ness, while mak­ing ba­con anda eggs over the fire, that sh she ca­su­ally dropped in: “God, I love cook­ing.” No Now, Sally is one of the swee sweet­est girls I know. But she d doesn’t like sport, hates bein be­ing dirty and can’t cook. Like Like, I mean, she is only eve ever al­lowed to bring a chee cheese plat­ter to a bar­be­cue. So to de­clare a pas­sion for cook­ing when you can’t cook is like say­ingsa you’re a fan­tas­tic aunt w when your sib­lings don’t even haveh kids. It’s a dead-end lie. If the re­la­tion­ship pro­gresses, the truth will come out. Or will it?

Since bullsh*tting about the Big Bash, Sally told me she’s ac­tu­ally sad that the “sum­mer of cricket” is over. She’s also tak­ing cook­ing classes and, while she’s re­lieved the next Star Wars film is a year away, you’d have to ad­mit that her lit­tle white lies have opened her mind to things she may never have con­sid­ered.

Maybe it is pos­si­ble for a fib to be­come your re­al­ity. I have a friend who said he loved mu­si­cals to im­press a girl, and has now been forced to sit through The Lion King in Lon­don, New York and Syd­ney. But he felt it was a small price to pay for snag­ging the woman of his dreams.

The point is, our true colours will come through in the end. But, let’s be hon­est, you can’t start out by say­ing: “Hey, I’m So­phie, I get a bit farty af­ter eat­ing dried fruit, and if you so much as look at an­other girl’s an­kles I will re­move your eye­balls from their sock­ets.”

All the truth can come out when you’re hap­pily in love.

“Whether on­line or in per­son, we have all talked our­selves up to im­press some­one”

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