Loveless (Osemanverse #10)(21)
Then I swiped left.
Georgia Warr
hello fried egg i have an update
i swiped left on all of them lol Rooney Bach
Haha what do you mean all of them Georgia Warr
just all the ones i looked at Rooney Bach
And how many was that?
Georgia Warr
idk like … forty?
tinder isn’t for me i think lol
sorry to disappoint
Rooney Bach
I’m not disappointed haha I just hoped it would help FORTY
Wow!!
Okay!
Georgia Warr
so that’s a lot to swipe left on??
Rooney Bach
You really do have high standards
That’s not necessarily a bad thing but at least we’ve got that sussed Georgia Warr
so what do i do now
Rooney Bach
Might have to go back to good old-fashioned Meeting People In Real Life Georgia Warr
ew
hate that for me
I deleted Tinder from my phone, then hit play on About Time again, wondering why picturing myself in any sort of romantic or sexual situation made me feel like I was going to vom and/or run a mile, while romance in movies felt like the sole purpose of being alive.
Rooney was right about one thing: meeting people in real life was probably the only way this was going to work for me. Fortunately, it was Freshers’ Week, and I still had many opportunities to meet people, which continued on the Friday when Rooney and I went to the Freshers’ Fair.
‘I’m going to join so many societies,’ Rooney said, and I didn’t take her that seriously, but when we went round all the stalls in the Student Union building, she collected so many flyers that she made me start carrying some of them for her.
I’d arranged to meet Pip and Jason there too but wasn’t sure where to find them because the Student Union building was huge. They’d have to wait. The most important task at hand was joining university societies. Alongside clubbing, which I had epically failed at, societies were a staple of university life and supposedly one of the easiest ways to make friends with like-minded people.
But as we walked round the stalls, I started to feel nervous. Maybe a little overwhelmed. I tentatively signed up to English Soc with Rooney, but apart from that, I could barely even remember what I was interested in. Creative Writing Soc? I didn’t really enjoy writing that much – the few occasions I’d tried writing my own fanfic were disastrous. Film Soc? I could just watch movies in bed. There were even super-niche things like Anime Soc, Quidditch Soc and Snowboarding Soc, but they all seemed like they catered for a specific group of friends who just wanted an excuse to hang out and do their favourite hobby together. I didn’t know what my hobbies were any more, except yearning for romance and reading fanfiction.
In fact, the only other society I wanted to join was the Durham Student Theatre. I could see its giant stall at the end of the hall.
I’d definitely meet new people if I was in a play this year.
Rooney ended up walking on ahead, excited to chat to all the people on the stalls. I ambled along, feeling increasingly like I just didn’t really fit anywhere, until I realised I had reached the stall of Durham’s Pride Society.
It stood out boldly with a giant rainbow flag behind it and had quite a sizeable gathering of freshers standing near it, chatting excitedly to the older students behind the table.
I picked up one of their leaflets to have a look. Most of the front page was decorated with some of the identities it supported in arty fonts. The ones I knew well were at the top – lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender – and then, to my surprise, it moved into ones I’d only really heard on the internet – pansexual, asexual, aromantic, non-binary. And more. I didn’t even know what some of them meant.
‘College child?’ said a voice, and I looked up and was faced with Sunil Jha, my college parent.
On his woolly jumper he was wearing all his pins again, and he was smiling warmly at me. He was definitely the nicest person I’d met at Durham so far, not counting Rooney. Could he be my friend? Did college parents count as friends?
‘Interested in signing up?’ he asked.
‘Um,’ I said. To be honest, I didn’t really want to join. What right did I have to join a society like this? I mean, to be fair, I didn’t really know what I was. And yes, sure, I had considered the possibility that I was not into guys. Strongly considered. Then again, I didn’t really seem to like girls either. I didn’t seem to like anyone. I hadn’t met anyone I liked yet, felt the nice stomach butterflies, and been able to proudly declare ‘Aha! Of course! This is the gender that I like!’ I didn’t even have a particular gender preference when it came to smutty fanfiction.
Sunil held out a clipboard and pen. ‘Write down your email! It just puts you on our mailing list.’
There wasn’t really any way to say no, so I mumbled an OK and wrote down my email address. I immediately felt like a fraud.
‘It’s Georgia, isn’t it?’ asked Sunil while I was writing.
‘Y-yeah,’ I stammered, honestly taken aback that he’d remembered my name.
Sunil nodded approvingly. ‘Sweet. I’m the Pride Rep at John’s.’
Another girl behind the stall leaned over to us and added, ‘And Sunil’s the president of Pride Soc. Always forgets to mention that because of modesty or something.’