I gotta say it. Tinder is bloody great fun. I can be as judgemental as I want, and no one can judge my judgementalism. And boy, am I judgemental! My trigger finger is faster than a trained secret service killer. My pointer finger swipes left before my brain catches up. It can spot a douche in a quarter of a second. It’s Tinstinct.
For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, Tinder is a new dating app that is taking the world by storm. Created in California, it has only existed for 18 months but it gets 850 million profile ratings worldwide every single (no pun intended) day. More than five per cent of Aussies are logged on and it’s population is growing by one per cent every day. Staggering.
As a single, it’s comforting to swipe through a bajillion other singles in your city – good to know you’ve got options out there if you just lower your standards a little bit (though not everyone on Tinder is single… some guys openly advertise they are looking for a mistress while using a fake name and no photos. You guys should be swiped left, and then castrated). It’s also funny/concerning to come across people you know, some of whom you have already dated.
This is how it works: a profile picture comes up on the screen. You can view a few more pics if they have them, as well as a few words of wit or wisdom (or neither, in many cases). Then the fun begins. Swipe your finger LEFT to say NO. Swipe your finger RIGHT to say YES. If you both say yes, Tinder will let you know that you have a ‘match’ and you are able to converse through the app, and swap more contact details if they are tickling your fancy (and in my experience, about a quarter of the guys are there only to get their fancies tickled, if you know what I mean*…. The rest are genuinely looking for their ‘Tinderella’).
I realise that I am only shooting myself in the foot by being so judgemental. My single-as-a-pringle status is not going to change if I continue to be so picky blah blah blah. Don’t care. In honesty, I have always been happy to get chatted up in bars/coffee shops/supermarkets/the-bow-of-a-doomed-passenger-liner-cruise-ship-before-I-leap-to-my-death (no wait, that wasn’t me. That was Rose in Titanic), and I am far less judgemental in person because I can be easily won over by personality and a delicious smell **.
But on Tinder, I am extremely selective. Even if I like the look of someone, my trigger finger may still end up swiping left because they have committed a cardinal Tinder sin. So this is my public service to the men of Tinder who may want to pimp their profile and stop shooting themselves in the foot.
TWELVE REASONS WHY I SWIPE LEFT.
Or: You look like more of a douche/wanker/creep than you probably are.
1. If all your pics are group shots.
Look, dickhead. I don’t have time to be working out which one is you. You are already playing games with me and my trigger finger is itching. No solo picture = No confidence. Also, I’ve already developed a crush on your friend with the good tan. Crop him out of your pic and focus on yourself.
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Except for the offering sex part, girls make the same mistakes... duck-face selfies, pictures with random people, and so on... Aussie girls annoy me as almost all of them have pictures at a wedding and a picture wearing a stupid fascinator hat...
I love love love this!!! Pretty much my exact Tinder rules :D