Mr Catfish

So, the story of Mr Catfish is short and sweet.

Sophie was sleeping at mine one night and we were lying in bed swiping away- almost getting repetitive strain syndrome in our thumbs. I came across Mr Catfish, and swiped right. Very attractive, toned, yummy looking guy... I swiped right-  We "matched". We started talking. We exchanged numbers and starting messaging on whatsapp.

Soph encouraged me to ask him to send me a photo of himself, so I knew I was talking to a real person rather than.. well, not a real person (ha). So, I asked him to send a photo.

His response "I look a bit different to my photos".

Well, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He can't have cut his hair in about ten years, had forgotten what a razor is for... and well, he basically had no resemblance to the handsome man I swiped right for!

This was marginally disappointing- but the amount that Sophie and I laughed over this will be worth it forever. I was totally and utterly catfished. Moral of the story- always ask for a recent photo of the guy you're speaking to! 

We lay in bed that night, I think I nearly peed I was laughing so much... I said to Soph, 

"Imagine if I went to his house to meet him... chapped the door.. ER hi, is Mr Catfish here please?... I think I must have the wrong house... No no, I'm Mr Catfish" HAHAH. 

Lucy. xox

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