Lets try a Tinder date

As it turns out, there is more than just Plenty of Fish. There is a mobile App called Tinder. You put on photos of yourself and other users can "like" your photo. If you get a mutual match it lets you know and you can start chatting to eachother.
I "met" this lovely guy on Tinder. We shall call this one Barry. Hes 34, 6ft, hes a plumber and he lives 2mins away from me. His pic was lovely and eventhough the pic was him and his wee girl which completly goes against my number 1 dating rule, I decided to give him a chance.
We got chatting and we instantly hit it off. He was getting my humour and we were just having a laugh. He told me his full name so I went onto facebook to have a nosey. I could only see the same two photos as were on his tinder account but I didnt think anything of it. It was also clear from his facebook who the mother of his child is. So being the nosey person that I am obviously I had a look, like anyone would do. She was not what I expected. She looked a bit rough and perhaps a bit on the chavvy side but it wasnt her I was potentionally going to date.
So out chat continued for the next few days. He wrote very well, no text talk and punctuation all in the correct place. Woohoo someone well educated for once!
He finally asked me out on a date. We were going out the friday night. I couldnt wait. But being the dating disaster that I am I was just waiting on something happening.
Friday morning came... "Im really sorry, I have to watch the wee one tonight as my ex isn't well." Well I was fuming. And that is why I do not date guys with kids!
I was all ready for a night out that night. So I decided to go out with friends instead. Later on when I text him to say I was completly fine with him cancelling which I was totally not fine with, I said I was still going out. As soon as I mentioned going out with friends he said he could get someone else to watch his daughter. I told him not to bother as I had already made other plans.

So I was out having a drink with people from work when he messaged me asking if I needed a lift home. I wasnt ready to leave yet but fuck it I was getting to finally meet this really nice guy... Plus getting a free taxi home ;)
So I left the pub and right enough, there was his works van just pulled up. Without even looking in the van first I just jumped in. I turned round to look at what was my prince charming.... Who I was greated by was a face iv not been able to get out my head since that night..... The face of a wrinkly old junkie looking short arse!!!!!!
Words cannot decribe how much I wanted to die in those few seconds!
You could tell it was the same guy as the photos i had seen but he looked waaaaay older than 34 and he was certainly not 6ft. You know its bad when I could tell that from him sitting down. He also spoke like an absolute junkie and just looked disgusting. He started driving and I was clinging onto my handbag wondering if my face was going to be all over the news the next day because I had gone missing or my body had been found. All these thoughts going through my head within the time it had taken me to put my seatbelt on. I tried not to make conversation and not to look interested at all, I had already given this dirty old man the wrong impression by getting in his van.
When it came to dropping me off at home, I didnt want him knowing where I live. He already knew which area so there was no chance of lying about that. So I said it was a few street away from where I actually live. After all I didnt want him knowing which house is mine, but at the same time I didnt want too far to have to walk/run once I had gotten out of his wee scabby van.
So we pulled up outside "my house" and he turned to face me. I knew that face, that was the face of a man whos about to make a move! I had to hurry the fuck out of there, so I opened the door and got out and said "thanks I'll text you tomorrow" his face was sheer disappointment, well im guessing thats what it was saying under all the saggy skin and wrinkles.
I was slowly walking along the pavement hoping he would drive away pretty soon otherwise I was going to have to walk into someone elses garden pretending it was mine. Luckily he did drive away, so off came the shoes and away running along the road I went.

By the time I was home I already had a message from him. It read "I'm gutted I had to cancel on you tonight. You are absolutly stunning!". I wanted to write back saying "and your not stunning to bugger off!" But I didnt bother, I just blocked his number. And that was the end of Barry!