Girl about town: Fleeting love, too good to be true

So I haven't been entirely honest with you.

Before my furious Tinder binge I had been on a few other Tinder dates.

I joined Tinder late last year and in the first few weeks I started chatting to a fellow in Auckland.

Just before Christmas he suggested coming down to the Bay to meet me and/or "to get away from Auckland for a weekend".

This should have been my first alarm bell but I was so excited to meet this seemingly tall, dark and handsome specimen - it went straight over my head.

However, he did come down and we got along really well. Looking back it was a little sickly how well we clicked.

We went for long walks along the beach, drank red wine over dinner and talked for hours into the evening while watching the moon rise over the ocean. Geese - how disgustingly romantic.

This happened over a few different weekends, with constant texting, snap-chatting and phones calls in the week. It honestly seemed too good to be true - and it was.

It stopped as soon as it started.

I'm not one to beat around the bush so inquired as to why our fleeting love had dried up into a black hole of nothing.

And his response was something along the lines of, "I do like you and honestly think you are the coolest person I have meet in a while but..."

Damn, there is a "but".

"But I don't know what it is. I'm not sure it is the distance. I'm not sure it is the idea of a relationship and I am not sure if I have a fear of commitment."

Ding, ding, ding. #alarmbellsgoingoff

And then the excuses continued: "I got mucked around in my last relationship and that's no excuse to not know what I want, but it has let me know I don't want to muck anyone else around, especially because I do care about you and you don't deserve to be in limbo."

To be completely honest it sounded as though he was talking good old fashioned smack.

A girlfriend and I did some digging and he turned out to be a friend of a friend of a friend.

The reason he wanted to get out of Auckland so badly was because he started hooking up with his flatmate and things started to go sour. He subsequently has moved out of that flat.

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

There is a lovely woman I regularly see when I walk around the Mount whom I stop and chat to. Last week she said to me "quick to fall in love, quick to fall out of love".