WARNING: ALL STORIES ARE TRUE AND MAY CAUSE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE
Ok so, you’ve downloaded Tinder, you’ve signed up, and after a few minutes of exercising that thumb, you get your first match. (Hooray, well done you!) So what now? Send the first message or wait for them to respond? (pfft everyone knows why you’re on this, let’s not be coy) And then, you get a notification, a little flame, a message from an admirer, what’s it going to be? Boring and predictable “hey”, question relating to your profile, “Why do you hate tribal tattoos so much?” or interesting question about your stance on political issues, “What is your opinion on cat abortions?” Cue scary but appropriate music. Tinder is a frightening place to be when you’re young and single, and lets you view mutual friends…
I’ve had my fair share (and a few other people’s too) of weirdos on this fantastic app, and saved some of their numbers in my phone as Mr. (insert name here) Tinder, and also refer to them as “Tinder Bitches” which makes me feel like a pimp, and which I also find hilarious. Some time after a lot of back and forth chatting, yawn-worthy small talk and a good deal of flirting I have also met up with a few of them. You get that lovely but odd first date butterfly feeling; are you about to meet someone you can eat comfortably in front of, that you can spend all day in front of the TV in your pyjamas with, who gets your sense of humour?! Or are you going to meet someone who is vaguely reminiscent of a child star turned drug addict and let them stay at your house? Who knows, it is Tinder, after all!
Not all of them were complete failures, however, after my most recent dates, I have had a powerful feeling that I should delete the app and hang up my Tinderella tiara forever, especially after an encounter with a phenomenon called coverticus racistus (a covert racist). He was an officer in the Navy, few years older than me, and despite the double texting (PLEASE RECOGNIZE THIS AS A WARNING SIGN IN THE FUTURE) I decided I would go for a coffee with him. It was very strange. First off, he was leaving the next day to go on a course for 6 weeks, but that wasn’t even what bothered me: tinderslut fo lyf. I began to search for the Eject-O-Seat lever when he began talking about how we were going to make this work long distance while he was away, like legit talking about trains and shit. FIRST DATE. Something you should know about me, I do give creeps alot of scope, don’t know why, and so I let him keep debating where was in the middle for us and what hotel we should stay in FOR ANOTHER 2 HOURS, then came breaking point. This guy was talking about some Pakistani sailors he bunked with (no camp synchronised dancing 😦 sorry guys) and he actually used the phrase, “I’m not racist but…” I am an opinionated bitch, clearly, so I launched into a tirade about how that was completely uncalled for, if they were assholes it had nothing to do with the fact that they were Pakistani etc. and then he actually tried to save it, by apologising, thanking me for calling him out on it and saying that everyone had to be so P.C. nowadays (CRINGE). So not only was he a racist but he had no backbone to even stand up for his backwards beliefs! In the words of Ned Flanders, “We’re done for, we’re done-diddly done for, we’re done-diddly-doodily, done diddly-doodily, done diddly-doodly, done diddly-doodily!” So it was back to Tinder, to search for the good D.
Mulder knows
Types of men you meet on Tinder vary massively, you may even come across an old school mate and discover that they now have a child, (holla @ you P.D.) while you debate with your best friend over who the Mother could be and the logistics of HOW that could have happened. Then and again you will notice a pattern in the men, I have named them Tindertypes, like archetypes, but Tinderised. Some of my favourite Tindertypes are…
Tinder Daddy (as in, ew that is definitely your child, not the cool sugar daddy I was expecting to meet on here)
Gap Yah lad (wants you to know he’s very cultured, in fact, he’s travelling all the way over to the left side of my screen)
Emotional Blackmail (aka If You Have A Dog I Will Swipe Right Every Time)
Sweet Tribal Beauties (Have you fools never even watched Jonah from Tonga?!)
Husband Material (twats like me)
Jailbait (the ones who should be thumbing pages of their GCSE revision instead of Tinder, Facebook age liars, “It says I’m 23 but really I’m 16.” Ew.)
And, of course, Friend’s/Your Ex’s (who you are revolted to find. Immediate left swipe. BLEUGH.)
There are some definite mysterious goings on with this app, especially now you can send “moments” which just opens up a whole new can of dick pics in the 21st century, better than Snapchat ever could, (sorry buddy, I still love ya.) Someone once said to me that Tinder was one step away from actually admitting you’re lonely and trying online dating, and they were spot on. People you meet on Tinder either want to fuck you or marry you, and almost all of them are Grade A creepy cunts. Be really careful if you even consider meeting up with them and don’t feel like you can’t block or report someone who is being a total dickhead.
As I progress through the world of Tinder I will, no doubt, have more Tantalising Tinder Tales for you, but until then, I’ll leave you with a poignant but relevant quote from Fox Mulder:
“Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.”
Fox Mulder