I’ve never been on Tinder, but I’ve heard all about it.
I never gave much thought to the Tinder world beyond “people seem to be into that”, because it didn’t appear to have any bearing on my own (happily coupled) life.
That is, until last week when my dad announced over dinner that he was “on Tinder” now.
At first, I assumed it was a mistake. Some people cruelly underestimate their parents in terms of technological ability, but not me — because my parents have the lowest level of technological comprehension possible in a human being and it is therefore impossible to underestimate them.
My dad sometimes calls me to ask why the Internet isn’t working (I don’t know, Dad, I’m not at your house, I don’t control the WHOLE INTERNET) so I was pretty confident he hadn’t discovered the App store yet.
“Dad,” I said gently, “do you mean Twitter?”
No, he assured me, he did not mean Twitter.
“You know,” he said. “The sex one!”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
"But how-" I said, hung up on his aforementioned inability to surf the Internet without incident.
"Paul helped me!" he said brightly.
Paul. It turned out my dad's mate Paul (traitor) had heard about Tinder from his son (traitor). Paul thought it sounded great so he jumped on, made a profile, and started recommending it to every single middle-aged man he met.