I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream, my cardigan, and, of course, the Tinder app.
My fantasy -- a beautiful blonde surfer -- came to life when I matched with a man fitting that description after a mere five minutes of otherwise fruitless swiping. I was already imagining our amazing first date, during which he would teach me to surf and I would teach him to... braid hair.
Soon after, I received a message notification. "Do you like having your asshole licked?"
What is wrong with Tinder?
I understand I'm not on this app to find a husband, but come on. Tinder is the absolute worst. So why do we continue to swipe like the wind?
My theory? Tinder's filled with tons of people, myself included, who are looking for something, but just can't quite put a finger on it. Some are looking for an ideal partner, some are looking for a one-night stand, and some are trying to get over their exes (since the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else).