What are you looking for???... Life on the app

They: So what are you looking for???

Me: Errr... next question please!!!

Questions you squirm to answer, questions you dread to answer, questions you would rather avoid (if you don’t really know the answer), but something that you’ll always be asked. That’s life on an app.

When you find yourself on a dating app, this is the one question you can never avoid. You can try to run away from it but cannot hide from it. At some point in time you’ll be asked about it. Like an interview question you’ll find yourself answering it. You’ll need to find the answer to it.

And there’s nothing wrong with the question, after all they just want to know your intention is and if it matches what they are looking for. But then let’s face it, everyone on the app wants be laid or get laid, someway or the other,  whether they agree or not, or choose to deny it or say otherwise. So whether you’re looking for a relationship, or even coffee and conversations, everything leads to the bed, to fuck and be fucked (to put it a bit bluntly), after all we are human, and urges and desires are a part of who we are, a need for a physical touch, a physical presence, an emotion. 

So there’s nothing wrong with desiring it outrightly mentioning it. Even if you go with the flow, all roads on the app leads to sex, or to put it mildly, getting physical. So get off your high horse and learn to spell out what you are looking for.

As for me, if I were to be asked it for the nth time, I am gonna quip, well I am looking for a million dollar, or may be billions, maybe a penthouse, designer clothes and luxuries, do you know anyone who could enable it 😉.

.. Over a Cup of Chai

They both met on the last place they had ever imagined that they would meet anyone of interest, let alone people of their wavelength. They were both averse to the app and had to be coaxed and cajoled, even to the extent of blatant threats, to sign up on it. They were two lonely souls, not because of the lack of people out there, but their inability to move ahead, trapped in their own world, trapped in their own thinking, totally socially awkward, something their friends saw, and they failed to understand, and who ended up taking matters in their own hand.

They weren’t aware of the existence of the other, let alone knowing they worked for the same company, albeit out of different offices, departments, locations, cities. It was that faithful beep on the messenger, or scan of the messenger, that actually lifted the veil of ignorance of each other’s presence, slowly helping to form a connection. They had seen each other, but up until that ping they were oblivious of each other’s presence, the only thing they had exchanged was a quick glance.

Since one was timid the other bold, it was upto to the bolder one to take the initiative, once it was learned of each other’s presence it was just a matter of time they had to meet. Unfortunately their busy schedules almost derailed their opportunities and kept them from meeting each other. When they finally got a small window of opportunity it was time for them to part. So they decided to make the most of what presented itself.

Though they met over a cup of chai they ended up having a stimulating conversation, getting a bit more than they had expected, bit more than they had bargained for. In those moment they spoke of their life, what lead them to getting on the app, their life on the app, and what they look forward to life, on and off the app. They learnt so much of each other, like peeling off the layer of an onion skin, learning something new with each layer, getting to know each other, each other’s personality, a new appreciation, a new admiration, respecting each other.

As they conversed with each other, their conversation had these little touches, private moments, personal to just the two of them. A hand on the shoulder, a brush on the back, a touch on the elbow, pushing back the errant strand of hair. Touches that were personal, touches that were intimate, more than any other form of intimacy.

They spent the rest of the day texting each other, eagerly awaiting the others response. And when it came time to part ways they walked together to the gate, letting their fingers brush each other, not really holding hands, avoiding the awkwardness of gawking eyes, but sharing a smile. So at the gate, when they said goodbyes, they hugged and one gave the other a peck on the neck, promising to have a proper date, the next time either of them were in the same city.