So I saw Tinder for the first time ever last week. Yes, that means I'm too old. :(
This is why I need to meet my single girl friends more often! I'm unable to test new technology otherwise!
Anyway, it was 11 pm and we were furiously swiping left and right on a friend's profile. I was told all about their experiences on Tinder so that I could get up-to-speed. Call it second-hand Tindering, if you like. Now here was the background given to me:
"Guys have become so spoilt for choice that they won't even meet anyone who's more than 5 km away!"
"They don't want to date anymore. It's quite to-the-point."
"This guy said no to drinks even! 'Why don't you just come over?' he asked me."
Hmm. Faith in men destroyed. So glad I got married before Tinder arrived.
Swipe left. Left. Right. Right. Left. Left. Right.
It's a match!!
There we were, all four of us, celebrating the matches with clinks of our whiskey glasses and football styled ovations.
Then the conversations started. Protests by my friend, who's account we were using, were ignored wholeheartedly. Here's a glimpse into the kind of madness we were creating with our messages.
"Come to Seven Bungalows now!!"
"You're so hot! Let's meet."
"Have I met you somewhere? You look sooooo familiar."
"Let's meet now!"
"My place? Take a rick and say Seven Bungalows."
Why were we doing this? Partly as an experiment, partly for fun. You may not believe me when I say this...not one guy agreed to meet us (or as they thought, my friend). Responses ranged from "It's quite late at night" to "Why don't we have a conversation?" to "Don't you want to get to know me better first?"
1 am and 6 pegs of whiskey (at least) down. And that's when my faith in men was restored.
(Yeah maybe some of them thought we were Mumbai Police. So what?)
