by GENEVIEVE LISTON
A number of my girlfriends are on Blendr.
Yes. The way you are looking at your computer after reading this statement is exactly how I reacted when they told me at dinner the other night.
Blendr, for those not familiar, is the straight version of gay social networking App Grindr, which is so popular amongst the gay community it attracts almost 100 000 new users per day.
Basically to start using Blendr and Grindr all you need to do is enter some basic details about yourself, maybe upload a photo if you’re keen and your phone uses your current location to search for other single ‘candidates’ who might either appeal to your interests; or are simply within a certain radius and up for a shag.
Yes put that simply it is quite frightening. Which is why I was so shocked to find that my girlfriends who are all intelligent, educated, beautiful women would be using this ‘geo-location’ technology to attract a potential mate. And I am by no stretch of the imagination a prude. In fact I have always considered myself one of the more open minded and liberal members of my friendship group.
“It’s a bit of harmless fun,” is what the girls told me as they proceeded to share some, admittedly, hilarious conversations they had had with guys on Blendr. Despite my own preconceived opinions, it took just twenty minutes for me to agreed to download the app on my phone.
Later that night as I lay in bed in my blissful red wine stupor, I created the most basic of profiles. Single, female, white (NOTE: not Single white female), I pressed accept when it asked if I wanted to use my current location. And that was it. No pictures. No interests. No indication of what I was looking for or who I was. Just the most basic of details.
When I woke the next morning my phone had received a couple of ‘Hey’s’ and a rather alarming number of sideways smiley faces. This seemed harmless enough. But as the morning progressed my phone almost went into meltdown. And so did I. All of a sudden the vulgarity grew with comments that would make even John Travolta blush.
“Hey- wanna [email protected]$!?”
“Wanna see my (insert a myriad of heinous words for male genitalia here) ??”
“Would you [email protected]#$ a married man?”
Although my initial reaction was to delete my App and burn my phone along with any items of clothing/bedding I had come in contact with while receive these messages, I resisted the temptation. For, once I got past the shock came a genuine intrigue.