When I lived in New York, I didn’t fully take advantage of the insanely popular dating app that is Tinder. It had just started to gain momentum as it got over the rep as just a hook up device. I had mainly (okay, solely) relied on OKCupid. But if you boil it down, the first thing that counts is physical attraction. Oh, looks shouldn’t matter, you say? Then you’re just friends. I don’t want to touch the peesh of someone I’m not attracted to. (That’s not to say I haven’t, but that’s another story.) So the geniuses at Tinder simplified the entire online dating experience to “yes” or “no,” which is incredibly useful. But then why is it so hard to have a successful date?
Nowadays I play Tinder almost every day, judging men on their photos on how much hair they have or if their eyes are too close together. I get friends involved to help swipe away the scrubs during happy hour. But my best Tinder stories are the earliest.