Tinder, according to its App Store description, is, “More than just a dating app.” Although it’s led to 10 billion matches, Tinder may not be for everyone. Photo from libertinelondon.com
By Samantha Salomon
I am a serial dater. This is the first time in the past five years that I have been single, and to be quite frank, it sucks.
Am I clingy? Probably.
Am I needy? Definitely.
Am I on Tinder? You bet your sweet buns I am on Tinder.
At first I was reluctant to create an account. My mom has raised me to believe that any person I speak with on the internet has some hidden agenda and will probably wind up trying to kill me in a dark alley.
So, have I gone on any Tinder dates? No. Have I been asked? Yes. Will I ever go? Maybe, if I ever feel lonely enough.
Do not get me wrong, I know a few people who have had successful Tinder relationships. One of my friends just recently married her boyfriend of two years that she had met on the app!
Crazy, I know.
Unfortunately, I have come to realize that Tinder just is not for me. Maybe I am looking for love in all the wrong places, or maybe people are just too horny for their own good.
Either way, there are three things that many of the guys on this app partake in that I cannot stand.
One: Using my name to say hello.
Nothing is worse they getting a message that says, “Hey Sam” or “Hey Sammy.”
I get it. These guys are trying to be personal and make some sort of connection by using my name. It makes me uncomfortable when someone I don’t know addresses me in such a way. And maybe this is just a me thing. Maybe not everyone hates it, but I strongly advise against it.
Do not use a person’s name in your greeting.
Two: Asking me out before sending a simple, “Hello.”
I know we are all in college, or living some adult-like life with a job, which, to us, means having absolutely no sense of time management. But, this does not have to cause us to think that we have no time to get to know one another before rushing into a meeting. Why waste each other’s time face-to-face when we can do it over the phone?
Perhaps it has to do with the fear that my mother has instilled in me, but I would like to at least know your name, and maybe what you do in your spare time before we rendezvous over a cold one.
And last but definitely not least, number three. The shirtless picture.
My dudes, listen, and listen closely. Put on a damn shirt.
I am not exactly sure what you’re trying to do, or say, with this picture. But all it says to almost anyone who looks at it is, “I’m a tool.”
If this is you, and your feelings are hurt, good. Maybe you will take something away from this. And for that, you are welcome.
If you have read this article all the way through, I would like to thank you for listening to my complaints. I would also like to hope that you have gotten at least two or three things out of this, if not all things.
One: Just don’t make a Tinder. Get out there and do something fun and meet people face-to-face, naturally.
Two: Do not acknowledge the people who make you feel uncomfortable. Everyone has their own, weird way of introducing themselves and whether it is using your name, sending you an inappropriate gif or whatever their personal favorite may be– you do not have to answer.
Three: You are worthy of more than a rushed relationship. Someone should have to put in some effort to catch your eye (and that goes both ways).
And finally, guys, PLEASE, put a shirt on.