As many of you know, my best friend is a very awkward man named Tas. I’ve frequently spoken about how awkward he is and how I’m trying to find him a girlfriend. While all this was happening, we would frequently get asked how long we’d “been together,” as if we were a couple. For about six years we would just explain that no, we’re not together and we’re just best friends.
But it seemed that everyone “shipped” us, so much so that when we announced on Facebook that we’re in a relationship we were both bombarded with messages all saying “congratulations” and “finally!”
We’ve all seen the ridiculous show Catfish, and so many people watch it thinking, “how the hell can anyone get sucked into this?!”
I know I do.
I don’t completely understand how people can meet someone online and share so much of themselves. I also don’t understand how people can actually catfish other people, manipulating them and playing on their vulnerabilities. That’s as low as someone can get, in my opinion.
Watching the show, you can’t imagine something like that happening to one of your nearest and dearest’s.
Well, I’m here to quickly share a story with you, which includes three friends, a catfish, two bottles of wine, and a lot of drunken screaming.
It’s a question that’s asked a helluva lot, and has been debated since the dawn of time (not really but just go with it.) There’s been movies dedicated to finding the answer, and almost every TV show touches upon it, with a “will they won’t they” storyline forever present between seemingly good friends. But how does it work in real life, without having that perfect fairy tale ending that’s written for our favourite characters? Will there always be FEELS involved or is that just the media brainwashing us into thinking that we mustn’t ever attempt to be friends with with someone of the opposite sex, just on the chance that something may happen?
If you’re aged 20 or over, are single and unemployed, it can feel like the world is out to get you and that your life totally sucks on some days. Especially when all your childhood friends are in relationships, are engaged, or even popping out kids, while you’re sat there debating on whether to start re-watching Heroes or How I Met Your Mother, whilst watching re-runs of Friends.
Many of you will know about my love for music. I’ve posted about it before, and I think I mention it quite a bit, too! The reasons why are pretty simple: I love the way certain music makes me feel; I love dancing; I love singing; I like air-guitaring; I love gigs; I love how when I listen to certain songs, I feel like they were written just for me; and most importantly, I’m on that lifelong journey to compile the world’s most perfect playlist (which, by the way, I have almost completed! There’ll be a blog post to follow…)
The best friends will wingman for their best friends. That’s a fact that one of my friends Tas knows all too well, only because I’m currently competing to be his “official wingman” against our other friend David.
The competition itself is pretty simple: whoever gets Tas a date first, wins! The only rules are she must be between the ages of 18 and 22, must “be considered above a 6”, and can’t be found on a dating site.
So a few weeks ago, my friend Siobhan tried convincing me that it’ll be a fabulous idea to spend my last £10 on going to the pub with everyone. Because I’m a complete prat, I was very easily convinced.
I obviously bought my standard bottle of wine, and after placing (and barely winning) a bet against Beckie (she bet that the bottle would be finished within the hour. It was finished after an hour and 10 mins) I was pretty merry. It was at this point, when everyone else had arrived, I’d been talking to some of the greatest people you will ever meet, and so was just ridiculously happy and cheery, and a little bit drunk, that Siobhan and Claire started talking about the weird guys they’d been talking to on Tinder. I’d only heard a few things about this app – I just thought it was a dating app for the teenagers of today.