Tinder Diaries E-Book

Shreya Roy Chowdhury

• Herausgeber: The Little French eBooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This book is about a girl named Kiara. She is new to Hyderabad city and she is working here. To get over her forlornness she joins Tinder app in hope of meeting her Prince Charming. This book underlines her various dates and encounters with different men.

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TINDER DIARIES

Shreya Chowdhury

Tinder Diaries

Shreya Chowdhury

Published by The Little French eBooks

Copyright 2019-Shreya Chowdhury

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

“This Book is dedicated to my Baba.

I love you and I will always love you.

You will always hold a special place in my heart.

You are my Angel and the brightest star of my life.”

CHAPTER 1

“INTRODUCTION”

Hello everyone, I am Kiara and I am 23 years old. I am half Bengali and half Punjabi. I have recently completed my education from Delhi University and moved to Hyderabad for my first job. I am basically a Delhite, however moving away from my lovely city was never part of the big plan. But here I am to this new city, all alone and without anyone. I never liked this job as I never wanted to move out of Delhi. Because of family pressure, they didn’t allow me to leave this job. Moreover, I didn’t want to be a big disappointment to my parents. So, I had to move to Hyderabad.

About myself I would say I am someone that is confident and stylish blessed with a gift of gab. I just love talking and meeting new people. I am an outgoing person who loves partying and exploring new places. My friends describe me as very sweet and friendly. I am a Gemini who has a zest for life and who never gets bore in experiencing new things. Even if you are a people person yet everyone faces many issues while moving to a new city. It comes with many baggages. You have to plan out everything from finding new place, to finding compatible flat mates and adjusting to everything. It is not that easy. You have to leave your family and all of your friends behind. The only people you have with yourself are your new colleagues and you have to find friends in them (Even if you don’t want to).

As the day arrived for me to join my new job, I had become more and more anxious.

“What if everything doesn’t go as per my big plan?”

“What if I don’t make any new friends or I don’t find suitable flat mates?”

“What if I don’t find a good flat in a nice locality?”

“What if I am unable to manage my finances properly and I go under debt?”

“Will there be any good-looking guys in Hyderabad?”

These thoughts kept on circling inside my head and I was petrified.

Despite all these things, there was one thing I noticed the most. I was all alone in this new city. There was no one with me. There was no family to guide you. There were no friends to hold your hand when you are low. There was no one to support me emotionally and mentally. Whatever I do, I have to do it all alone. Though through technology I will be connected to everyone, yet no one will be physically present. The feeling of loneliness was killing me from inside. The only ray of sunshine was that I will become independent and will be taking full responsibility of my new life. This experience will shape me up to be a better person in a long run. So moving aside all my negative thoughts, I decided to focus on how to better myself. I have to take charge and try my best to rectify situation. I thought that what if I meet new people and make friends. By doing so, I will be able to socialize and can explore new places with them. This was the best way to start my new life in Hyderabad and to get over this loneliness.

I heard about Tinder application from my colleagues. It is an application where you can meet new people. You just need to make your profile and you will receive requests from guys. You have to choose those guys whom you find suitable for yourself. It is more like any other dating application. You should swipe right to accept their requests and swipe left to reject their requests. You also have various suggestions where you can send request to whichever profile you liked.

I also heard that Tinder is a trend nowadays and everyone is using it. It is the best way to make friends if you are in a new city.

So, I downloaded this application, and trust me I got many requests. I accepted few and rejected many. This is how my online dating journey started.

CHAPTER 2

DATE 1- “The Bigheaded NRI”

My alarm clock rang; it was 9am in the morning. I hardly slept last night. I was way too excited or you can say anxious. Maybe my anxiety medication was not functioning as it should be. I tried sleeping but after a few strings of nap I couldn’t lay down more. I looked at the watch; it was 3’o clock in the afternoon. It was five hours left for my date. My first tinder date will start at 8pm today. I got up, took shower and prepared myself tea and a good porridge. After finishing food, it was five. I had to do my hair and select my outfit for the evening. I had to select which handbag I would take and which shoes to wear along with the outfit. I have to do makeup and consult my long-distance college best friend “bestie” in all of these things.

“Oh gosh! So much work to do and so little time left.” I exclaimed in bafflement.

Finally, after panicking for few minutes, I started dressing up for the very BIG DATE. I got message from my first tinder date, Varun, that he will be there at sharp 6pm to pick me up. He’s an entrepreneur who works with his dad. He was handsome and had been working as an investment banker in Hongkong. So I was willing to take my chances. I wore the bright dress and my nude pumps from Mochi. I never practiced walking in heels but it’s my final chance to do so. I have heard somewhere that heels make your posture better and it gives a sexy look or say sexy butt. I wanted to look my best, so I wore it. I straightened my hair and parted it in the sideways. I want to look stylish without trying. I did minimal makeup; however, I did wear my favourite red lipstick. When I was finished it was quarter to eight. I took my latest black bag which went with this outfit.

It was 8pm and my phone rang. Varun had reached. I went down and there he was standing outside his car. I don’t have much idea about cars however his car looked nice. It was an SUV and it was shiny black. We shook hands and I greeted him. He was a tall guy about 6ft 3 inches tall. He was tall and had a strong built. He looked much older than his pictures probably in his early thirties. He had grey eyes and sparse hair on his head. Maybe he was married that what I thought. As it was just a fun date and it didn’t matter as I had already rejected him in my mind. But I didn’t know that it was going to be a very, very long night. I hopped into the car and sat next to him. He told me that we are going to the club where his other friends were waiting. We talked and he told me what he exactly did for living. He had that pretentious American English accent which was hard to miss. He told me that he had travelled lots of places and previously worked in New York and London. He told me his family lives in Hyderabad, and he keeps visiting them regularly. He asked me about myself and I told him all the good stuffs about me.

We reached the club and as we landed there he just started showing off. He told me that his friend owns this place and he knows owners of the other clubs too. As the car was given to the valet, we went inside the famous: Hy- Life club. It was situated in Jubilee Hills, one of the posh areas of Hyderabad. However, most of the nicest clubs are situated there. Everyone was well-dressed and the girls looked too pretty and sexy. I am on a curvy side, so I felt bit uneasy on seeing those skinny girls clad in those sexy clothes. I wish I could wear them too. I came back to reality, brushed away all negative thoughts and brought out my confident side again. I put my best foot forward and went to the club with Varun.

Inside he knew few security guards who easily gave us free entry to the club. Finally, we went in. The club was fully crowded and the music was damn loud. Varun went ahead to meet his friends and it seemed less like a date and more like he tagged me along to show off to his friends. Anyways I didn’t care much. I met his two friends. Both were NRIs like Varun.

“Hi gorgeous, how you doing?” asked one of his friends.

“I am doing good.” I responded.

“Have this.” Varun’s other friend said.

“What is that?” I asked.

“It is draught beer. Hy-Life have their own brewery. It’s the best in Hyderabad.” His friend said.

“I don’t like beer.” I replied.

“So what drink you want to have?” Varun asked.

“Cosmopolitan.” I said.

“Oh cosmo. The perfect chick. Get a cosmopolitan for the lady.” Varun ordered the waiter.

“So you guys are in party mood!” I exclaimed.

“Yes dear. This is my last day in India, so I am having best time of my life.” His friend answered.

“Oh great! Where are you going?” I asked.

“I am leaving for Netherlands tomorrow.” He answered.

“Good Luck!” I responded.

Then Varun started pointing towards a girl in the crowd. She was his friend’s ex and she was with a guy. They both seemed into each other. Varun told me that the girl was his friend’s ex and a big-time gold digger. I was least interested and just wanted the date to end. I had a sip of my drink and started enjoying the music. The DJ played good songs and soon the ambience became bearable. Varun kept on talking to me, but I was lost in my own world. I was least interested in his small talks. Sometimes out of courtesy I responded to him and his friends. It was eleven and we all went to the rooftop to enjoy the view. I loved the feeling and smell of the fresh cold air touching my face. Everyone was high and enjoying the weather along with their drinks. Finally, Varun came to his senses that he was on a date and not on a friends’ meet. He told me that we should go somewhere else just him and me. He told his friends that he got to go and we both left from the club.

“Let’s go for a long drive.” Varun whispered into my ears.

“Okay. Let’s go.” I responded.

As we started for the long drive, he played some soft music and there I knew something is wrong. He touched my hands and smiled at me. We went bit far, and, all of a sudden, he dragged me closer to him. Then he kissed me. As it was 1 am at that time and I was feeling so sleepy, so I told him that he should better drop me back and we can meet some other time. However, he persisted that we hang out a bit more and I didn’t have any energy left to argue so I said yes. After going a little far, he looked me into my eye, and we kissed. The thrill of that kiss didn’t last long as Varun told me that we have lost our way and he doesn’t know how to go back to my place. I was enraged. Firstly, he made the date night all about him and his friends and now he has lost the way. I just want to go home that time. As the phone signals were gone, we couldn’t use the Google maps.

After wandering around for an hour and half we finally reached a familiar road. As it was five in the morning, Varun suggested I should take a cab and go home on my own. If he drops me home, then it will be too late for him and he will reach home by seven. I agreed as I didn’t want to spend another minute with him. I took Uber and bid him adieu.

This is how my first tinder date with this bragger ended. He didn’t contact me after our first date. Neither did I initiate anything. Even now he stalks me on Snapchat and views all of my latest snaps. But I don’t care. When I first saw him, I knew I will find myself a guy ten times better than him. Anyways let’s move to my second date.

CHAPTER 3

DATE 2- “The Meek Delhite”

I was very excited for my second date. This new guy was from Delhi. His name was Mayank Sharma. He was twenty-five years old, and he looked attractive in his pictures. He was a designer. He designs and creates new games. I have always seen guys being into gaming so much and being able to design games sounded really cool. As I am from Delhi too, I felt that Delhi connection. It had been more than four months and I haven’t met anyone from Delhi. So maybe I was looking for that belongingness in him.

It was 8pm and I was all set for my second Tinder date. I wore a golden black dress and black stilettos (I wanted to look my best). He came in Uber to pick me up. He was just in time. I sat in the cab and our date started. He seemed very under confident. He was very shy and was unable to initiate any conversation. It was a huge turnoff for me. Anyway, I decided to take the reins in my hand. I had to be the alpha female, the strong, sexy and confident. I asked him what he does in his free time.

“I go out with my roommates.” He replied.

“Anything you like doing in particular?” I inquired.

“I love gaming and I am very good at Tekken. All my friends call me Mega Man.” He said.

“Haha. What the hell is that?” I laughed.

“It’s the name given by my friends as no one can defeat me.” He beamed with confidence.

“Wow! That sounds interesting.”

“Yup.”

“I play FIFA very well. Let’s have a match someday.” I chuckled.

“Sure lady. Your wish my command.” He smiled.

“So where are you taking me?” I asked.

“I have heard there is a new club Air Cafe in Jubilee Hills. It’s amazing. We can go there.” He said.

So, we decided to go to Air Cafe. Once we reached Air Cafe, we went inside. The place was mesmerizing. There were two sections in that club. First one was a DJ area. The customers can dance there and enjoy their drinks. Second one was the Live Music section where we can enjoy our drinks while listening to various singers. Nowadays Live Music scene is very popular in Hyderabad. It provides a big platform for all the budding singers who want to make it big in the Music industry. We decided to sit in the Live Music area so that we can have conversation. We ordered French fries and Long Island Ice Team for ourselves.

“So, how’s everything going? Are you happy with your job or do you want something else with your life?” I asked.

“My job is going fine, but I don’t like Hyderabad. I am planning to move to Delhi by this year end.” He said.

“So, are you applying for any jobs in Delhi?” I asked.

“Yes, I have applied. Maybe by October I will join.” He answered.

“Oh great!”

“So, how’s your Tinder experience going?” Mayank inquired.

“Nothing worthwhile. I didn’t meet anyone suitable. What about you?” I asked.

“I met a lady around thirty-five years old, but nothing happened.” He answered.

“Why?” I tried to poke him.

“Nothing.” He responded.

“Oh, so you are being secretive?”

“Nothing like that. The date didn’t go as I wanted it to go.”

“So, how do you want your date to go?” I asked.

“That girl was overbearing. I am looking for someone who is bit laid back and possess a good sense of humour.” I responded.

“Oh! Commitment phobic guys” I murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

While we were talking, suddenly a group of three girls and two guys entered the club. On seeing them Mayank became pale. He started behaving weirdly. I asked him what was wrong. He said that those people work in his office and he is feeling bit uncomfortable in front of them. I knew two of the girls. We had met in a party before. They came up to me and we exchanged pleasantries. This made Mayank even more anxious. After that we sat there quietly and finished our food.

“I think it’s getting late. Let’s go.” He said strongly.

It was only nine forty-five and we had been at Air Cafe for just an hour. However, Mayank wanted to leave. I noticed that after those people entered the club, his behaviour changed. He became very self-conscious and restless and didn’t want to face them. It was becoming very awkward for me. Anyway, I didn’t want to force him to stay. So, we left.

On our way back, I was very pissed at his behaviour. He just behaved like an idiot in front of my acquaintances. Maybe he had done something shameful for which he was embarrassed.

“Are you alright” I inquired.

“Yes, I am fine.” He replied.

“Did something happened with your colleagues that you didn’t want to face them?” I asked inquisitively.

“Nothing like that. Those guys and girls don’t have a good image in the office. They just drink and party all the time. Previously I was in their team and I don’t like them. We don’t get along.” He answered.

“Okay.” I tried sounding cool.

I was so sure he was hiding something, but I didn’t pressurize him to tell me what it was. I didn’t like his personality and didn’t want to date him. He dropped me home around ten thirty. Then he wished me goodnight and headed to his place. I apprehended that I will never hear from him again. So, this was the end of my second Tinder date.

CHAPTER 4

DATE 3- “The Penny-Pincher Bengali”

After failing in both the dates, I decided to go for ‘my caste’ type. This guy, whose name was Josh, looked really cute in his Tinder profile and he was Bengali too (like me) so I swiped him right. His profile said that he was a football enthusiast and had graduated from IIT Kharagpur. So, there I was going on a date with him. I was never that intelligent to crack IIT examination however I had friends in IIT. I had been to their college fests in Delhi and Kanpur and I just love their culture and atmosphere. Hence, it would be entertaining to go on a rendezvous with him. I anticipated that it would be a nice evening with him and all his football talks. I am not much into football, but we Bengalis are ardent football lovers and my dad was one. When I was in my teens, I used to watch football matches with him. Though I don’t know much about the game, but my favourite football player is Cristiano Ronaldo. He’s a great player and has a hot body. He is handsome too.

Anyways back to my date. I asked him to pick me up around 8pm. We were going to a nearby club named Hoppipola. He couldn’t find my location; hence he was forty-five minutes late. When I got out of my apartment, I saw him standing there. He was short in height. He and I were of same height but thankfully I didn’t wear heels or else I would have looked taller than him. We shook hands and the cab was waiting, so we hopped in. We started having our small conversation.

“Kaemon acho go?” Josh asked in Bengali.

“Aami bhalo aachi.” I replied in Bengali.

“Haha.You know Bengali?”

“You seemed surprised!” I exclaimed.

“I thought you are from Delhi, so you won’t be knowing Bengali.” He stuttered.

“I am half Bengali and my mother has taught me everything. I love Durga Puja just like you. My favourite dish is fish rice just like you.”

“Great.”

“So do you smoke up?” He asked suddenly.

“Mmm.” I responded after a minute.

“It seems that you are thinking a lot.” He chuckled.

“It’s not that. I am not much of a smoker. I do hookah sometimes.” I replied.

“You stay with me and you will learn everything.” He bragged.

“No need for that!” I exclaimed.

“Hahaha, you are funny!” He said.

After a brief moment of silence, we started conversing again. He told me that he was from Kolkata and has recently moved to Hyderabad around five months back. He had recently completed his bachelors and has been working in a top Multinational. He wore a dark blue shirt and brown pant. His haircut was like Zac Efron in High School Musical and the hairstyle really suited him. We both started conversing in Bengali and he told me about Kolkata. As I have never stayed in Kolkata, so I was enthusiastic about what he has to say about the beautiful city. He told me about the Howrah Bridge below which Hoogly flows. He told me about the Great Eden Gardens where all important cricket matches are held. He told me that he and his friends’ usually hangout in Park Street which is a famous meeting place for the Kolkata youngsters. We talked about the enormous Sundarbans and the celebrated Victoria Memorial. Within no time we reached our destination.

I was wearing an orange halter neck top and jeans with plain sandals. We showed our respective IDs and entered the lounge. It was really striking and well painted. It gave a feeling that we have entered a scenic environment. They were playing all the recent English songs and there was also a small dance floor in the back. As soon as we got the table, Josh started ordering drinks.

“Tumi ki drink korbe? He asked me.

“Aami Margarita khabo.” I replied.

He ordered beer for himself and a Margarita for me. We also ordered starters along with the drinks. Before the drinks came, he told me to come out with him as he wanted to smoke. In the balcony he met his Kolkata friends and they started talking about football. He and his friend were in the same team. His friend congratulated him on cracking IIT and now earning a handsome salary. It was during that time when his I, Me and Myself form came out. He started bragging how much he makes and that he’s so intelligent (I never understood this fact why men boast so much in front of women). I quietly listened to their talks. There was a girl along with his friend and she was also promoting his self-obsessed attitude. After hearing his talks for more than fifteen minutes, the waiter called us and told us that our order has arrived. Josh and I went inside and sat on our table. We started chatting. He was on his highest point of self-fascination. He started boasting about his intelligence and pinpointed towards his good rank that he achieved during his IIT examination. He told me that none of his friends were at par with him. I thought it’s better to let him speak and I went to my listening mode.

We had our first drinks, and then he ordered again. While the drinks were to arrive, we again went to the balcony where he smoked two cigarettes one after the other. There again we met his friend with whom he sang his own praises.

Then the second round of drinks arrived, and we went inside. I am not much of a drinker, so after two drinks I couldn’t have anymore. He ordered a Virgin Mojito for me and Jack Daniel for himself. He kept on drinking one drink after the other, yet I couldn’t see him getting high or passing out. He really had a good drinking capacity. In middle of the drinks, we went out and he had his share of cigarettes too. This kept on going for next three hours and finally he came to a halt.

We asked for the bill. He started talking big and said he would pay the bill as he earns much more than me. I obliged. However, when time came to pay the bill his card didn’t work. He tried many times and he used his other card too. However, both the times his cards didn’t work. I didn’t mind paying for the date as I believe in equality and any one of the sexes can pay the bill. Finally, the bill was paid, and we called the cab. Meanwhile the cab was coming; Josh proposed that we should meet the next day for movies. He told me that his flatmate would also come for the movie. He said as his card wasn’t working, I should book the tickets for all the three of us and he would transfer me later. I sensed that there is something very wrong with this guy. I thought it would be best if I don’t go out with him anymore. I made him an excuse that next day I have plans with my roommates and maybe next time we can catch up. Before he could persuade me any further, my cab came. I said him goodbye and went back home. After this date he tried contacting me several times. He somehow found me on Facebook and started pinging me there. However, I was in no mood for reconciliation. I ignored him. I don’t know what his problem was, yet I cut all the ties as I didn’t want to be involved in it (or with him).

This is how my third date ended without any outcome. As there were many more guys whom I have swiped right so I didn’t give it much thought. I was hopeful that my next date would go smoothly, and I will meet someone better.

With this thought I slept off thinking that next day will bring more sunshine into my life.

CHAPTER 5

DATE-4 “The Dopehead Pahadi”

Now after installing Tinder, going out on dates had become very normal for me. It’s just like socialising but with a stranger. I was going to meet this guy named Sourav. He was from the beautiful city of Uttarakhand. He was an architect working in a multinational firm in Hyderabad. All his Tinder pictures were of him flaunting being Pahadi but it was impressive. Sitting on the lap of Kedarnath and clicking pictures is too awesome. Just to be frank I was more attracted to the nature and beauty of the exquisite mountains than him. When I converse with him, I found him really sweet and humble. So, I decided to meet him.

I was almost ready for my date. I wore a crop tee and a long skirt. I wore big earrings to make myself look more appealing. My phone rang and Sourav had reached. He was one hour late but I didn’t mind as everyone deserves a chance to explain themselves. He was two inches taller than me. He was very fair and had stubble. He had a radiant skin that most girls would wish for and are willing to pay a huge sum of money to get it.

“Hello, how are you?” Sourav asked me.

“I am good. What about you? I asked him.

“I am doing great.” He smiled gracefully.

“So where are we heading?” I inquired.

“I don’t know. Let’s see.” He answered

He held such a lovely smile that would melt anyone’s cruel heart. We sat on his car and decided to go for clubbing. As it was not weekend and there was heavy traffic, we decided to go to some place nearby.

We ended up in The Lal Street bar. It was near my place and was very popular among youngsters. Thankfully we got a table as it was weekday and there was no crowd. As usual I order Long Island Ice Team (I don’t know but I have always been a big fan of this cocktail) and he order scotch for himself. Meanwhile, we started having conversation. I told him when I was in school, I went to Uttarakhand with my parents and grandmother and it was a pretty awesome trip. Mountains possess such splendour which is very hard to describe in words. It’s like you just close your eyes and feel the magnificence all around you. I especially enjoyed our car passing through those narrow mountain roads while enjoying the picturesque view. He told me that he has spent fifteen years of his life living in that unexplainable loveliness and I was jealous of him.

Meanwhile our foods and drinks arrived. I asked him “why was he on Tinder?” He said that he was looking for good friends as he is bit alone in this city, so he downloaded the application. We shared our own experiences after moving to Hyderabad city. He also told me about all his escapades in Hyderabad and I was really enjoying the conversation. The Bar was also very vibrant. It functioned similarly to the Stock Market. Same as the Stock Market, the price of the drinks kept on changing based on its popularity among the customers. Once we finished our drinks, Sourav and I thought of having tequila shots.

“Bring six Tequila shots.” Sourav told the waiter.

After those six shots were over, we ordered more.

“Bring more Tequila shots.” I heard Sourav screaming.

Till today I don’t know how much tequila shots did I take. After that Sourav wanted to have more drinks.

“I am ordering more drinks. Do you want one?” Sourav asked.

“No, I am fine. I don’t need any more drinks.” I muttered.

I was already so high that I didn’t even notice how many drinks did he have after the shots. The” Cheap Thrills” song kept on buzzing into my ears as I tried not to fall asleep. I saw people dancing but I didn’t have any strength to do that. I was not in this world anymore and I got lost in my deep thoughts. I guess alcohol does this to you. I was woken up by Sourav as the club was closing.

“C’mon let’s go. The bar is closing.” Sourav told me.

After we left the Bar, we both were very drunk. I thought after having so many drinks Sourav won’t be able to walk let alone driving. However, I was wrong. He seemed perfectly fine. That day I made an assumption, no matter how much a Pahadi guy drinks he will always know how to handle himself. But that night it was crazy. We drove around like crazy through those unknown long silence Hyderabad roads. We stopped at a tea stall on the roadside.

“Do you wanna have tea?” Sourav asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had tea after being drunk.” I replied.

“Then you should definitely have it. It will make you feel better.” He told me.

“Ohhhhkkkkk.” I signed.

“So which tea you wanna have?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Whichever tastes best I am fine with it.” I responded.

“Then you should have Kadak Chai. It’s just awesome.” He said.

“Give one cup Kadak Chai for the lady and one cup lemon tea for me.” He told the tea vendor.

“Just take one sip. You will fall in love with it.” Sourav handed me the cup.

Trust me that day I drank the best Kadak Chai of my life (Actually its second best as my mother prepares the best tea in this world). After steering around the streets for an hour and half, we both decided to get good sleep. Sourav dropped me to my apartment and he left.

I was happy that that meeting happened. I made a great friend and whenever I feel like getting wasted (just alcohol, I don’t do drugs or cigarettes), he was just a call away.