The stories contained here are all true and occurred between September 2013 and January 2014. No matter how outrageous they seem, no matter how wild and explicit they appear, these are real… These are the confessions of a Tinder guy.
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So here I am, staring at the laptop screen. It seems to be the right time to admit it, albeit anonymously, but still… I have a problem.
Let’s keep it simple and as PG friendly as possible for the first post….I’m losing count of the girls I’ve talked to, I can’t remember if I’ve replied to her, I definitely don’t remember saying like to that girl. I’m creating lists to separate them out! It’s starting to get out of hand.
It started so small. A simple match was just little confidence booster to know I still had it even though I was in a relationship. Well that quickly turned into “hang on, this one that just matched with me is actually mint… I might message her… Maybe." Then it started to play on my mind, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to escape the prison like walls of a relationship. A bit extreme, I’ll give you that, but i soon made up my mind. In my early twenties and having been in a relationship for the whole of college, it was a long over due call to be harsh to the girl and tell her I wanted to be single. You know the usual “Its not you, its me” speech. It went down…eh, well! I would like to say quickly though that I have nothing but the greatest love and respect for her, and deep down I’ll probably always want her, but… I needed a taste of freedom and I wanted to explore this new way to meet girls.
So after having the app hidden for so long on my iPod, I went onto the app store on my phone, searched for Tinder and hit the download button. Little did I know what I was about to embark upon.
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That saying about how the grass is always greener on the other side? Well kids, its unbelievably true! That simple swipe to the right was like unlocking pandora’s box and discovering a whole new world. The ego boost is incredible, its like a drug. The high you get when you match with someone at the beginning is hard to beat. But then you want more. So you start to become quite picky when choosing potential matches… and then you don’t even bother to check their profile. If they don’t have their best looking photo on the front, surely the rest of them are going to be quite poor. The swiping soon picks up the pace – Yes…No…No…No…Absolutely! The girls turn into numbers (and later on they’ll be referred to as Monday, Tues, Wed, Next Monday etc).
Anyways, back to the story. Its great matching with girls, but what then? What good are these random little pictures with no conversation. You ain’t getting nada there son!
Step forward Number 1. To say I was naive was an understatement...
