Online dating weirdos
My phone was flooded with hundreds of men who matched my criteria — aged 40 to 55 and all within a 60-mile range. By the end of the first hour, I had swiped right — or approved — about 50 possibles who I liked the look of.A few hours later, I got my first match — one of the men had liked me back.However, as I sat sipping my latte in a nice dress waiting for him to turn up, I did wonder what I’d done.I’d checked if the car park had CCTV in case he tried to abduct me.To Claire, it sounded like a different world; a sweet shop filled with thrills and excitement, all available at her fingertips. Sadly, six months later, Claire would do anything to be back in the marital home, listening for the sound of her husband’s key in the door.For she, like countless other middle-aged divorcees, has found the world of internet dating — of which Tinder leads the field — to be a tawdry, loveless, moral abyss.Others ‘ghosted’ me — not returning messages after we’d exchanged a few pleasantaries.After a while it didn’t even feel offensive or rude — it’s just the normal way to treat people on Tinder. Jonathan described himself as a divorced ex-policeman in his 50s who now worked in security.
Earlier this month, it was reported that the four-times divorced actress Patsy Kensit, 49, had added her name to the dating pot.His profile picture showed a stool painted with the words: ‘The Naughty Spot.’ His ideal Tinder date, he revealed straightaway, was a ‘strict auntie’ to give him a ‘guiding hand’. I was two weeks and hundreds of swipes in, and I’d still not had a single, genuine date with an honest man. As I kept swiping, it became clear that the more mature men of Tinder fall into a few distinct categories.Then there was Mark, who wanted to meet me with ‘the wife’ — pictured with her face obscured, but not much else. There are the bachelors posing with cars or speed boats, the men wearing suits that varied in quality from Savile Row to Burton, but who all wanted to imply they were CEOs.So when super-muscled Dave popped up, saying he was a member of an elite Army regiment on a secret mission to the Middle East, I decided to do some digging.I asked for his email address and used it to track down his IP address — the unique number that identifies the network on which an email is sent — and found that his message had come from Russia.