“I'm not on Tinder for a relationship but I enjoy going on dates and having casual sex.
Well, right up until this morning, when he asked me how I rated the sex so far from one to 10.Tinder totally complements my lazy and attention-seeking personality. It usually takes me a few drinks to start talking to strangers but, thanks to my i Phone, I'm now virtu-flirting while I wee.It's as compulsive as moodboarding baking projects on Pinterest: swipe, scroll, drool, click, reload. Wednesday The localised aspect of the app hits me tonight – at my local. I don't even need to leave my sofa to flirt, let alone risk liver damage in pursuit of enough Dutch courage to politely humour a clinger for 45 minutes.“Misunderstandings happen,” he shrugs, before asking how I rate the date so far from one to 10.Saturday We ended up in the sort of Soho tequila bar where dinner dates come to die.I keep coming back for more cheap, mindless thrills throughout the day. Online, I simply opt-in to a flirt, and if I don't respond no one gets hurt. Thursday I'm headed to Yorkshire to visit a friend for the evening and take the opportunity to spin the Tinder wheel.
It seems northern men are better at smalltalk and far more fond of vests.
Tinder uses your existing social networking data from Facebook to locate people in the immediate vicinity, tell you a bit about them, whether you have any friends in common and (most importantly) show you a pic.
It has slimmed down the emotional, cognitive and financial investment required by the virtual dating process to one simple question: “Do I want to do you?
I’m honest about being a writer but I don't rein in my flirting.
He's cute so I take the ethnographic approach as he describes the back-and-forth of flirting on Tinder as “tedious intellectual foreplay." He tells me he’s met up with several Tinderers with the sole aim of having sex almost immediately – a game plan that has seen him ditched more times than it’s worked.
Tinder isn't a dating app, it's the Yellow Pages for ego-boosting one-night-stands.