3aib! And The City.

An everyday girl who happens to be a psychologist

Tinder, Tinder, Wherefore Art Thou Tinder?

15th November 2014 - 3 mins read

 My loveliest readers, welcome back.

I cannot believe that it’s been over a year since I last put up a blogpost. I’m really such a terrible blogger – no one should disappear for that long! But I’m back, hopefully more permanently this time.

For a while, I didn’t really have much to blog about. My life was pretty damn boring, to be quite honest. I still had stories stored up that I hadn’t share, but didn’t really feel like sharing them. Mostly because they were painful, and no one wants to deal with pain.

But this year has been quite exciting for me. A ton of ups, and a ton (TON) of downs. I’ve had a lot of fun, and I’ve met many new people (Ladies, there are a shitload of single men out there!) It’s been quite the ride.

The ride of online dating. Ah, online dating. A weird virtual reality that we cannot escape in our time – the perfect representation of what our busy, technology-obsessed generation stands for. And what a world it is.

I was in a great relationship earlier this year. But soon, it became the worst relationship I have ever been (a story I will share very soon). So once it was over, I didn’t want to spend a single second thinking about it. I wanted to forget and move on as quickly as possible (and we all know how well that works out.)

Enter Tinder.

Oh Tinder, Tinder, Tinder. If you’ve used Tinder, you either love it or you hate it. Scratch that – if you’ve even heard about Tinder, you either love it or you hate it. Except for me, I love it and hate it equally.

If you haven’t heard about Tinder, here’s how I can sum it up for you nicely: A very, very, very, very, superficial dating app where you swipe left if you don’t like someone’s face (really, that’s all you get), and right, if you think they might be half decent. And let me tell you, 99% of them are not even a quarter decent. If you both swipe right on one another, a glorious, cursive heart comes up on the screen claiming: “IT’S A MATCH! YOU AND X LIKED EACH OTHER.” And from there, it’s all downhill….

Tinder: You gotta have thick skin.

At least that’s my recommendation to Tinder for what they should use as their tagline. But if you go to Tinder’s homepage ( www.gotinder.com), they tell you that Tinder is how people meet. Also, the pictures they are using of people looking so happy makes me think that the people who run Tinder are a little delusional. Because kids, Tinder is not for children.

Having just gotten out of a relationship (literally, less than 48 hours prior) the rush of seeing so many men on this app was exhilarating. When I got my very first match, I filled up with so much excitement. “YES!” I thought. “This is EXACTLY the distraction I need from my stupid ex.” And then, he messaged me.

I could barely contain my excitement. My first ever match on Tinder, and my first ever message. And then…. My second match, my second message. Everything was moving so fast, the rush, the adrenaline, the high was incredible. Sitting next to my best friend and going through pictures of these guys with very little blurbs about who they are got the adrenaline pumping through my system (you’ll have to excuse me, I was in no right state of mind.) I talked to these two guys, MJ and B. We exchanged numbers. We made plans. I was on a high I couldn’t get off.

…..Until I went on my first date.

Kisses and hugs,

DS