Swiped right.

She smiled broadly holding a jewelled hand to her crepe cheek in the universal gesture for 'phone me.'
Patrick nodded and waved, waiting long enough not to appear disinterested, as the taxi gathered speed and turned the corner.
He high tailed it back to the bar where his cohort and a whisky were waiting.
Jim raised his eyebrows. Questioning.
Patrick sniggered and mimed reeling in a big fish.
They laughed and clinked glasses.
Patrick checked his watch. 'Your turn next,' he told his pal.
They waited patiently for the arrival of the next elderly, rich singleton seeking her soul mate.