I despise dating apps, but I’m just as addicted as you are.
The more I pull away, the louder their siren song echoes, drawing me like a moth back to Tinder’s frenzied red flame. Back to the hoards of other desperate souls swimming in an ocean of duck-faced selfies and grown men posing with tigers.
It started almost two years ago. After a particularly gruesome breakup, I found myself at a bar with an old friend who promised a remedy: “Just give me your phone, you are going to win Tinder.” What did I have to lose?
Some 24 months and God knows how many inquiries from foot fetishists, fake doctors, and aspiring fishmongers later, I can safely say: you have a lot to lose. Here’s why.