Tell me why… you use tinder?
Tinder dates: 7
Tinder is, in a roundabout way, a bit like marmite. You either use it seriously or you don’t. I’ve had it forabout one and half years now, and I’ve matched with the coolest, most interesting women that I never would have met otherwise. So far, a Dutch Olympic skier, a Lebanese band manager for some big Arabic band who’s met Brittney Spears, a pilot and a Spanish computer whizz who worked on the iPhone 6 software (and that’s just to name a few). London is an awesome place to be for endless reasons, but for sure one is that it’s the best place for Tinder – everyone at some point passes through from around the world.
After coming out, I spent the better part of my university life hopping around friends-with-benefits via Tinder. After the initial couple of days chatting, your hook-ups aren’t strangers to you when you meet them. And then suddenly, out of the blue six months ago, I matched with a girl called S and we’ve been together ever since.
Tinder can be bad, but Tinder can also be very, very good. Once you get past the weirdo’s (and meeting up with strange men I guess is more creepy than strange gay women, granted) you find some gems of people, totally at random. Maybe it’s the mystery and lottery of whom you’re going to find that keeps me hooked.
Tell me why you… don’t use tinder?
Tinder dates: 1.5
A chance encounter. That’s how envisaged my relationship stories to begin. Maybe I’d be running for the bus, I’d drop my shopping, a leather jacketed prince would pick up my scattered books and then 5 years down the line we’d be married, with 2 dogs and a kid called Frank. However, reality failed to provide, instead I found myself repeatedly swiping left, and occasionally right, any chance I had. Tinder was full of other lonely hearts looking for love (if love looks like a cheap drink and a snog at the bus stop). My main problem was the commitment. It was like running 10 interviews at time- Paul, John, Lorenzo and Harry all needed to know what ‘a sexy girl was doin’ on tinder’, but unless someone opened with an interesting fact, or brie-level cheesy pick up line, I couldn’t be arsed to reply. That led to a lot of wasted matches.
I went on a grand total of 1.5 tinder dates. The first was with a lovely Swedish boy who looked exactly like he did online, paid for my coffee and didn’t lurch at me at the bus stop. A perfect date. However, that soon fizzled out, we never saw each other again. You have no commitment to anyone on tinder, which leads to disappointed girls and boys massively reading into why they haven’t had a response.
My second date/ not so date was in my hometown. Alex* was a DJ, allegedly 6 foot and into cycling. Swoon. However, what Alex wasn’t, was at the arranged meeting point at 8pm. He sent me a message 10 minutes later grovelling and cancelling due to a last minute gig. No commitment once again. This isn’t a sob story though, it turned out to be a narrow escape. My mates recognised Alex’s tinder pictures. He had been in two years above us in school, used to sport blonde muton chops and had been blocked from facebook for racially inappropriate statuses. That is not my type.
This is when I gave up tinder for good. Too much time wasting- both while swipping and while waiting for no-show boys.
*changed, to save the real guys grace.