Blog: Why I joined Tinder.
I have a confession to make.
Though I *am* looking for love that isn’t my primary goal when it comes to Tinder.
I’d been listening with both mounting horror and mounting fascination as my single friends told tales of navigating the murky world of Tinder. Like the unsolicited dick pics, the hookup culture that permeated the app (in my early days on it one guy explained that if you wanted a dating site/app you’d go to oasis, RSVP, e-harmony or even match.com whereas if your main goal was getting laid then Tinder was the way to go), and the all-round craziness.
One of my favourite ways to entertain myself is using my sarcastic bitch side to troll people on places like yahoo answers. After hearing my friends tales, seeing a few articles about the worst of Tinder pick up lines in magazines and horror stories on Facebook, and having had a couple too many wines, I signed up.
Ready to find crazy people and crazy chats to submit to the various FB groups dedicated to the app’s insanity.
And of course it didn’t disappoint.
Within the first 24 hours I’d received dick pics, a shitload of sexual innuendo and multiple offers of a good time. And had regaled my friends with my own #tinderhorrorstories (some of which have made it to this blog either in screenshot form or typed up alone or as part of a blog post and some of which haven’t but no doubt will in the future.)
Amongst the plethora of horror stories however there have been some crazy-funny chats and there have been some genuinely nice guys I’ve chatted with. Tinders not *all* bad. But the horror stories are more entertaining than the other ones. In my experience I’d say probably at least 80% of guys I’ve matched with have fallen into the horror story category though.
Now, I’m off to troll Tinder guys. Perhaps I will have more horror stories to post in the near future. But perhaps also I will find love on Tinder. (Oh! I totes just saw a pig fly past!)
Fatgirl.
