I would tell anyone looking for love to never give up, believe in your worth and know that you deserve to find someone amazing.
One evening my flatmate and I joined Tinder after several glasses of Rioja; my boyfriend was the first person I matched with.
I panicked before our first date in case he was an axe murderer, but we met on the South Bank and wandered from pub to pub before grabbing some unplanned dinner.
We dated for a year before we moved in together, got engaged shortly after and have now been married for two years.
We both acknowledge that Tinder can be superficial: all you know is that you are attracted to the person and it is a leap of faith that you will hit it off.
I met my boyfriend on a dating app and I am not alone: there are thousands of us, loved-up thanks to a single swipe.
With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, maybe these stories of dating app success will restore your faith in swiping. I first saw my now boyfriend on Tinder: rugby kit, gorgeous dreadlocks. I contacted a mutual friend who sent him my Tinder profile picture and he said he’d ‘look out for me’ so we never officially matched, and my friend did nothing to set us up. Fast forward to 2015, and I see this cute guy on Happn with short hair, wearing a suit; it wasn’t until we matched and he messaged that I realised it was the same guy.
We matched, chatted for about 10 days as I was out of town and then had our first date at a gin bar in Soho.
After a mammoth, rather spectacular drinking session, we met up again the next night and we’ve been inseparable ever since. My pre-app-dating experience wasn’t great – it seemed like men were either super clingy or assholes.
It was essentially the date from hell, but there was something about her.
I messaged the next day – apparently she told her friends she would never hear from me again.
I told her I liked her that evening and she moved in to my house six months ago.