Being single in New York City can be fun, especially when you have the option to virtually date and judge someone based on a biography (if there is any) and pictures. Apps like Tinder make it easy to break the ice.
One day, I was bored and left without any other devices to entertain me in my household, I gave Tinder a chance. I linked my Facebook with the app, to give Tinder control about my fate in finding the perfect match.
Swiping left and right, turned out to be as stimulating as playing angry birds or candy crush and so addictive, you forget why you on it in the first place.
Ten matches later, including three douchebags – yes you will find a lot of those on there– I got my first date in the bag.
Date#1 “El Cheapo” Although, the text conversations were promising, the date was not. Tall, handsome, vegetarian, Italian fella, turned out to be not as tall, still kinda cute but broke. So broke. He told me it’s hard for a hustler out there and he just paid rent and if I got him this time, he’ll have me next time. Sorry dude, but there won’t be a next time. I blocked his number and unmatched him, as soon as I got home.
Disappointed, but not discouraged I gave another date a chance to proof me wrong…
Date#2 “The Brooklyn Villain” You can’t give pictures any justice, you just can’t. Especially when it comes to height. I always love when guys actually put their height on their profile, so I know if I should wear heels or not. When I saw him walk up, I thought I’m mistaken and talking to a stranger, but nope it actually was him. Chemistry was zero and the situation became slightly awkward, with pauses in between talking. I’m sure he felt the same way. It became so painful, I left after one hour listening to him talk about serial killers in an animated kinda way.
More disappointed than before, I was eager to still find Mr. Right. Swiping through Tinder and being blinded by all these hot studs, I found myself with #3.
Date#3 “No Scrubs” Unfortunately, kinda like TLC said it in their lyrics “A scrub is a guy that think he's fine and is also known as a buster, always talkin' about what he wants and just sits on his broke ass…” Yea, that pretty much sums it up. Good looking dude, BUT doesn’t have a job and lives at home with his parents…and that with thirty-five. So that’s an NO on all levels.
Being really frustrated with Tinder and all those losers as well as weirdos, I still kept hearing all those great stories about people finding true love on Tinder. Like how?
Date#4 “Skater Boy” Hot dude. But his text messages were dry and he took forever to communicate, such a turn-off. However, he turned out to be pretty nice, maybe not the brightest crayon in the box, but definitely worth some coloring.
It can only get better, I thought, and I met up with;
Date#5 “El Diablo” That’s devil in Spanish, in case you were wondering. Hot, Colombian dude, great bartender, but holy shit, his eyes were so magical, you had a feeling you’ll get lost in it. Aside from that, he mentioned he has a dark side about him, and I could feel the vibe. Curiosity killed the cat in my book so many times before, I didn’t wanna end up dead again. So I ran. Literally.
Two more dates, and I was able to say “Goodbye” to Tinder forever. If I don’t find Mr.Right on an app, then he doesn’t exist.
Date#6 “Just Friends” Great chemistry, great conversations, just no Zsa Zsa Zsu, No Ying to my Yang, no butterflies – just friends. Which isn’t bad either, but I don’t date my friends, I mean if I would, I wouldn’t be single.
Date#7 “Mr. Right” The best always comes last apparently and finally, I met the perfect guy. He’s hot, like really hot, he’s sweet, he’s sincere. He’s everything a man needs to have in my book. We clicked immediately and I pictured myself already getting married to him and moving with him wherever, like to the moon and back….just kidding…but the feeling is there. He was the first guy I took home (well… like in a long time) and the first great Tinder date. It certainly was a success.
It was definitely fun to go on seven dates with different guys, but to swipe through a hundred or more, was way more fun. Still not sure if I recommend it, I like to meet people the old fashioned kinda way. I’m an old fart, throw me a bone. It’s just nice to build that connection right away in person. You can’t really do that through text messages or a picture. It leads to misconceptions, but to each their own. However, if it wasn’t for Tinder, I wouldn’t have met #7. And if I could keep him, I totally would.
