SEX ON THURSDAY | The Thing About Tinder

I am not a dating app girl. If you’ve read any of my other pieces, I’m sure I come off as the person I truly am: a (purposefully) bitchy misandrist who is also a hopeless romantic and is, consequently, in love with every man who is slightly nice to her.

Clearly, online dating does not agree with those traits, as men are facetiously nice online — my being a bitch would likely warrant a non-response. 

That being said, last spring break, I downloaded Tinder. I often played with the app on my friend’s phones, just content to swipe and see if any guys I knew around campus were attempting to whore themselves out to the general public. However, as I left the judgment (and potential recognition) of campus, I felt inspired to make my own profile, simply for validation purposes.