You guys, it’s hard to date these days. Anyone who says otherwise, well, send them my way then, because I obviously need a coach. Where’s Hitch when you need him?
I don’t remember exactly when I got it but I have been on Tinder, I believe, for about 10 months now. And it’s been an adventure.
I’m definitely learning a lot about what I like and don’t like (even more so than I already knew). And it’s simultaneously done wonders for my self-esteem while confusing the ever-loving shit out of me.
A few trends I’ve noticed/questions I have:
– Why have a Tinder profile if it has 0 pictures on it? This app begins (and ends sometimes unfortunately) with looks.
– Why have all of your pictures be of groups of three or more guys? I cannot tell which one is you, nor do I want to try because you have no bio information either.
– Your dogs are cute, but that’s not what’s gonna get me to swipe right.
– Are you trying to get more followers or a hookup? Because really, your Snapchat, Kik and Instagram info in your bio? What’s your angle?
– At least 40 percent of you look like serial killers.
– There are SO MANY COUPLES looking for a third. No thanks.
– It says you have four pictures, yet they are ALL THE SAME PICTURE.
– If you have a newborn in your picture, I’m assuming your wife/gf doesn’t know about your Tinder account, or she does and you all want a third, or you JUST HAD A BABY AND YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A HOOKUP.
– There are definitely 15-year-olds who made a fake account saying they’re 30.
– Why are all your pics in bathroom mirrors?
– Why is your shirt off in every one? Save something for later – be a little mysterious.
– Stop using memes as your profile pic.
– That’s so not your real name.
Now. About the all the “fun” I’ve had. I’m still too poor for Match, because unemployed. And I’m not all that worried about meeting someone at the moment, because getting a job again is priority numero uno. The bills don’t stop comin’, y’all.
There was the guy I swiped right despite only having one pic of himself and it was from far away. I liked his bio – we had a lot of similar interests. He messages me, starting a regular conversation….for about 3 minutes. Then, wouldn’t ya know it? He’s just here from out of town for the week for work and he’s at his hotel and lonely. Oh, and he added another pic, closer up, and his teeth are jacked.
Pause. I am not shallow. Personality is most important for me, for real. Because there have been really attractive guys who I could be with who have the worst personality so it didn’t happen. And I don’t have a type. But I have one requirement: Have good teeth.
They don’t have to be perfect. But if it looks like you’ve done meth/are related to a horse/been in a lot of fights where you got punched in the mouth, then I’m sorry. I can’t.
Anyways. Back to hotel boy. He would NOT let up. “Wish you were here babe.” Dude – all you know about me is my name and the limited info in my bio. You have not earned calling me anything but my first name and really? For all you know I could be a serial killer…providing that you aren’t already (see list above).
Then there was Snapchat Boy. He seemed normal enough long enough for me to be OK with exchanging Snapchat names but no phone number yet, which was so dumb on my part because despite me sending a couple pics of myself sitting on the couch (FULLY CLOTHED), it took 2.5 seconds for him to send me a naked pic.
BLOCKED AND UNMATCHED.
There was this dude from the Navy who I actually saw out in the world a few days after we’d talked but didn’t go up to him because that felt weird plus I was working at the Derby at the time. He lived a couple hours away and wanted Derby booty though.
I went to get coffee with this guy named Charlie… and solidified that not only can I not date someone who has the same name as the dog I had, but that when your gut tells you they’re weird, a coffee date will not change that.
While we’re naming names, there was Seth, who seemed really cool for like a week (a record in Tinder world – though there is one I have talked to still on occasion for a few months now but nothing more). Seth was complimentary, actually wanted to know more about me than wanted to see pictures (usually it’s the opposite). We talked about some serious stuff that had happened to both of us – he was a recovering addict, he said.
We got to the point of asking last names (SERIOUS) and did a bit of Facebook stalking of each other, admittedly. So far so good, still. Until two days later when I guess he forgot to hide the latest post he was tagged in WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND.
BLOCKED and UNMATCHED.
There was Channing (not Tatum) and a few others who started out well enough but wanted me to come over within 10 minutes of saying hi so they all got unmatched real quick.
One I mentioned above – we went on a couple lunch dates and kissed in his car but that was that really. And another turned into texting for a bit but just kinda fizzled out.
And then, there was this next guy. I wish so much that I was making this up, but unfortunately, I’m not.
I don’t even remember his name because I am still trying to block the experience from memory.
He was cute, and a musician, according to his bio. We had some similar interests and he had a friend in common with me allegedly, from Facebook.
Oh, he was a musician alright, I realized when we began talking. A CIRCUS musician. In fact, according to him, he was on the train right now, feeling lonely.
PAUSE. Do they really travel on trains like in Dumbo and children’s books? I am not a fan of the circus or anything about it so I may be dumb here. But in my mind I’m assuming this guy is going to murder me on a train.
I asked him if he was full of shit – was he really a traveling circus musician? Is that really a thing? And you live on a train? No way.
He says yep to all of the above and, oh, how’s this for proof, his “neighbor” on the train is an actual CLOWN.
Him: “How does that sound?”
Me: “FUCKING TERRIFYING.”
He unmatched me when I asked if this scenario has worked for him often.
I deleted the app from my phone for a bit because I was tired of weirdos. Then went back because it is true what they say, it can be good for your self-esteem, plus when I’m on there, these blogs write themselves.
I need to be taking screenshots of some of these for Tinder Nightmares, which you should be following on Instagram because it’s awesome.
I’m not holding my breath on meeting anyone from there but you never know. Maybe one day I’ll be telling my grandkids the story of how their grandpa and I both swiped right and he didn’t bring up dragons, clowns, or ask for a pic exchange.
One can dream, right?
6 thoughts on “The Tinder Chronicles Pt. 2”
I usually don’t read long posts, but I found it so crazy funny, I couldn’t stop reading!
Thanks, lady! I appreciate the read and the comment! Just checked out your blog and love it, by the way. Can’t wait to read more, especially about all your travels. I’ll live vicariously! 🙂
Thx for the follow, I need to read part 1. I never really understood what tinder was even though Ive been hearing about it here and there 🙂
And thank YOU! Part one’s linked up at the top.. Tinder is…..a mess. But it’s fun and I definitely get a lot of good stories out of it, if nothing else! haha!
Hey, there are some things you just can’t make up
Thank You for another entertaining read Laura! It made my day 😂