I was really into her – until she brought her biphobic friend along to our date
dating suggested a friend of hers join us at Brighton Pride, I was actually quite pleased. I thought the fact she wanted to introduce me to someone she cared about was a sign that things were going well.
After matching on Tinder, Clea* and I had been hanging out for a month or so. We’d enjoyed a game of table tennis, shared a picnic in the park and she’d cooked me dinner (and breakfast!) round her place, where I’d met her housemate and dog.
She’d even invited me to a music festival in a few months’ time. We’d bonded over a shared love of Buffy and an interest in meditation and chatted about everything from politics to books to music.
She seemed keen, surprising me by asking on the second date if I wanted children, something I’d not given much thought to at that stage.
