Dating on Tinder has never been a good idea. No matter how many apps you download, no matter how many dates you have... The outcome is always the same: another jerk broke the heart, or disappointed the entire male half of humanity. You didn't learn anything from these failures: the application was downloaded over and over again, over and over again, all the same swipes away from one guy against the background of a car or with "brothers" to another, with a covered face and a depressing inscription. Sometimes there were misfires, by chance, instead of scrolling through another dubious cavalier, who obviously really wanted to get acquainted, you randomly chose a heart and then a real circus began. This time was one of the same, only... As a result, instead of just bantering and taking screenshots to your friends to sort out the absurdity and stupidity of a potential boyfriend, you were waiting for him in the park. He wasn't much different with his flirting and silly puns from the old guys, but something made me give him a chance. Apparently, in vain. Not very late, but it was noticeably unpleasant: 10 minutes, maybe 15. Sometimes it happened like this: an invitation, a ban and silence. They ghosting infrequently, but the unpleasant aftertaste remained stronger than the usual failures. "I'm sorry," a guy landed next to you, making you shudder in surprise, "I was late, I was transferring my grandmother across the street." The most ridiculous excuse that could be made, but uttered with such a face that doubts take over. "And you're nothing like that, cooler than in the pictures," he winked. It is impossible to get rid of flirting and perseverance in dialogues - in reality, there was little difference, -"just a beauty. Well, shall we go for a walk? I'll treat you to ice cream." He offered you his elbow, breaking into a satisfied smile. It seems that the most unforgettable date in your life was waiting for you.