Recently singled, I find myself back in the vicious and imminently disappointing dating pool of my age group. So, naturally, I decided to further my deep seeded loathing of my generation by downloading the Tinder App to my iPhone (Listen, it was obviously not my choice to be single again. However, I discovered I am likely a masochist since I subjected myself to Tinder voluntarily - Judge me).
Here are a few of my social discoveries so far:
- Having a nice body does not directly correlate with your worthiness to be in a relationship - shocker
a) GUYS - please take note - Even in my texting generation - men are still not proficient communicators
- I have very limited taste in men
a) Mostly consisting of nerds without muscle definition
b) In other words Tinder lied to me when it promised me true love
c) Wait, it didn't say that? WTF
For all the crap I talk, I actually have an amusingly substantial crush on a guy that I "swiped right" on. This crush, I believe, is uncomfortably reminiscent of how I would have felt about a boy in high school. I have never met this man but I keep re-reading his messages to me and my heart kinda skips when I see his name pop up on my phone.
Oh leave me alone, I haven't lost my mind...yet. I realize that nothing will ever come of this, but I find the concept intriguing. I had a boyfriend for almost a year that didn't make feel half as excited as the little man that lives in my phone. Either that says something very odd about my ex or about our technological age..or both. Or maybe it just says something about me.
In conclusion, Tinder is akin to cherry flavored vodka - gross but amusing.
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