Tinder wants me back.
Clearly, I am a winner and they don’t want to lose me.
Or maybe they just need more women on Tinder.
Either way, they emailed me today to tell me I’m going to DISAPPEAR if I don’t log in soon.
Just like that.
I will disappear.
The app that gave me The Former Mormon, the guy who LOVES TO EAT TACOS, and the cretin who moved his glass so that he “could see my tits better.”
Thanks, but no thanks.
Actually, in honesty it hasn’t been all bad.
I made three friends through Tinder – Will, The Swede, and Nathan.
So it’s not like I’ve had a dreadful time.
It’s just that Tinder is so REPETITIVE.
I feel like, for the most part, I’m having the same date with a slightly different guy at my usual hangout where I am sure they must think I’m a dating FIEND given all the dates I’ve taken there.
So I guess you’re wondering, given that The Swede in all likelihood will not make it to California for the holiday break, am I even TEMPTED to get back online to meet men?
And the answer to that is a resounding, reverberating, echoing NO!
Not in this lifetime.
I’ve just done it enough to realize that for the most part people who online date like to play the field and I’m sick of going on first dates that lead nowhere.
Physically, my dates are present.
Emotionally, they’re closed off.
I’m not sure how I will wind up going on dates, but one thing is sure.
I am DONE with Tinder.