"We met on Tinder." Who really wants to shamelessly mouth these words when telling the world
how they met their significant other?
Tinder gets a lot of flack for supposedly
being a "sick or swim" online dating pool, brimming with weirdo’s, loners, mullets and desperados
alike. I'd like to set the record straight.
I have Tinder. In fact, I've even been on a few mildly
entertaining Tinder dates, and yes, I returned home without any scratches and
my pride relatively intact.
I started using the app in July last year - it was winter, Cape Town was playing a dirty weather game and I had zero desire to leave my bed on a Friday night. Best option? An online date, which saved me the trouble of putting my best face on, and still allowed me to lay in bed with a bag of Chuckles.
I started using the app in July last year - it was winter, Cape Town was playing a dirty weather game and I had zero desire to leave my bed on a Friday night. Best option? An online date, which saved me the trouble of putting my best face on, and still allowed me to lay in bed with a bag of Chuckles.
I swiped my
way through CT and gave zero fucks about my matches. Tinder was a shameless Turn Up on the dance floor, and I had no intention of
meeting up with anyone. My profile practically reads as an award-winning advert
- an amalgamation of perfect lighting, a Valencia filter and carefully crafted
words.
You're
conveying your personal brand to a stream of hungry singles, attempting to
incite some spark of interest and pretending to be relatively sane in the
process.
Tinder has gifted us with the opportunity to put our prettiest and
fakest faces forward. You're adventurous, always up for a laugh, hate
commitment and absolutely love trying out new things. Or, at least that's what
the advert says.
So, I say
Tinder. Tinder your heart all the way to new conversations, new people and
possible new reasons to swear off dating. We're expert first-daters, who have
mastered the art of selling ourselves online, and do so with impeccable filters
and witty one-liners.
Tinder may be somewhat of a carnal impetus, seen through
a distilled version of reality, but it’s definitely entertaining on a cold,
rainy night. Certainly beats cuddling yourself.
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