So last night I had a Tinder date.
I've no idea why really. I guess the fact that conversing with waiters has become my only human interaction had something to do with it.
Massimo was nice, in military intelligence. He spoke pretty good English, although of course the conversation didn't flow the way it can when you speak in your native language.
We had the 'best coffee in Roma', he took me to lots of the squares and we had pizza for dinner.
At the door to my hotel I gave him a peck on the cheek and left him there, much to his disappointment.
I felt nothing. Not that I expected to really. Still at least I got to talk to another human being for a few hours.