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