In the pursuit of trying to be wife material, I falsely indicated that I loved to cook and go grocery shopping. In fact, these were the only hobbies I added to my Tinder profile. The reality was the only meal I knew how to make was noodles and I loved clothes shopping, not supermarket shopping. However, nobody needed to know that. I hoped that my date wouldn’t focus on these things and would be more impressed by my beauty and banging body.
I connected with Mark and felt an instant spark. We spent numerous hours chatting all day at the expense of my work output. I just couldn’t stop talking to him. Our online relationship blossomed fast and I was excited about it.
“He might be the rich Prince Charming I’ve always wanted,” I told my friend.
“Don’t get too excited about it, though.” She warned.
I hadn’t had the best luck in the love department. Sure, I met a couple of great guys but our relationship never amounted to anything. My friends thought it was because I was so focused on meeting a rich guy rather than a genuine guy. So, I kept an open mind when I joined Tinder. By some stroke of luck, I connected with a rich guy who seemed interested in a long-term relationship.
Mark’s profile was full of pictures of him around the world. He also wrote that he was a “self-made millionaire looking for a wife-material”. I thought he was perfect and I immediately swiped right and then sent him a text. I didn’t want anyone else to take the opportunity of dating a millionaire. He texted me back immediately and from then, we chatted every day. He called me at times so I confirmed that he was, in fact, a millionaire. The sleek Range Rover and nice apartment building in the background said it all.
No one could convince me that this relationship wouldn’t work. Many of my friends had met their boyfriends on Tinder and they were in serious relationships. Some of them were even married so I felt optimistic about meeting my Mr Right on Tinder.
Finally, the moment I was waiting for happened. After a few weeks of chatting, we agreed to meet in person. I had the usual nerves but I was determined to make a good impression.
“We can meet at Sarit.” He suggested.
I reluctantly agreed. However, I expected him to ask me out to an expensive hotel. I assumed he was still testing me. Despite the location, I was dressed to kill ready to win a millionaire. I looked drop-dead gorgeous and as I made my way inside the mall I got a lot of stares and a few catcalls.
“I’m in the supermarket.” He said when I called him.
“Okay. I’m outside.” I answered thinking that he was buying something quickly then we’d go to one of the restaurants in the mall.
“Come inside.”
“Inside the supermarket?” I asked, a bit confused.
I had to confirm that he wanted me to come into the supermarket since it was very unusual for a first date. When I went in, I found a man who looked like Mark standing in the snacks aisle. However, he was dressed in a faded t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and old sneakers. He looked nothing like the millionaire I thought he was.
“Wow, you look stunning.” He said, eyeing me up and down.
“What are we doing in the supermarket?” I asked, ignoring his compliment.
I was a bit irritated since he not only asked me to meet him in a mall but also dragged me to the supermarket.
“You said you liked grocery shopping. I want us to shop a little then we can go for lunch.”
I thought he was joking but the trolley was already filled with some groceries.
“Umm…. Okay.”
I didn’t want to seem rude since I still believed that he was my Mr Right. I went along with this supermarket date. We walked around from aisle to aisle as he filled up the trolley. At some point, he stopped talking to me and just shopped as if I wasn’t there. He bought everything from bedding to snacks.
I followed him to the counter hoping that I had passed the test and he would turn around and say it was a joke. He didn’t. We queued and slowly approached the counter. Then, he turned towards me. I smiled thinking that was the moment I was hoping for.
“Do you have money on you? I’ll pay you back.”
I didn’t even answer him. I simply squeezed past the trolley and walked out of the supermarket. Millionaire or not, I didn’t want anything to do with him. He had made such a bad impression on me that I didn’t care whether he was testing me or not.
I went straight home, took off my makeup, and changed into some comfortable clothes then got on the phone with one of my friends.
“He asked me to meet him in the supermarket,” I said explaining to my friend how my date went.
“Supermarket? Was he serious?”
“Very serious. That’s not the worst part. After walking around for almost an hour filling up the trolley with groceries, he asked me to pay for them. He didn’t even have money to buy them.”
We burst out laughing but I wasn’t happy at all. I was exhausted, embarrassed, and disappointed. The man I thought was going to be the right one turned out to be the worst of them all. He lied about being rich and tried to dupe me into shopping for him.
I felt hopeless about finding the right guy. The whole experience discouraged me from pursuing my dream of meeting a rich Prince Charming. However, I’ve seen a few of my friends find love on Tinder after my experience which restored my faith. I think my Mr. Right is still out there and I won’t give up on finding him even if it means going on disastrous dates.
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