Warning this is not a review of the film which you will find here. But it is an adoption of the phrase ‘catching feelings’ as the most apt expression for a tinder generation like mine that clicks because of witty side lines.
Lesson learnt: Don’t take sidelines for granted.
Anyway, I’m in that state right now. Day 19 and counting. The Tinder match that dropped all others. The Tinder Match that made me close my notifications and say no to free food disguised as dates. It’s almost bizarre how intensely one can feel for a complete stranger in a matter of seconds. An interest that becomes further amplified over a shared fake interest in tea for a first date. Aaah i tell you, I have caught feelings.
How do I know?
I have never looked as often as I have in the past 4 days for that notification saying Tinder Match has texted.
I have been MIA even with my really cool Tinder guys because who needs them when feelings have been caught.
I spoke 40 minutes last night about absolutely nothing.
Corny is suddenly cute.
Regardless, the experienced ( sometimes feminist) part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop. After all men can be trash. But damn I hope this one is recyclable.