a woman's perspective As a trailblazer of casual sex and being skint, I am allegedly the prime example of the demographic that is turning to the Tinder iPhone app.
If you believe the hype, a growing number of people like me are getting repetitive strain injury from swiping 'yes' to intimate invitations from relative ray ban original wayfarer strangers. Tinder uses your existing social networking data from Facebook to locate people in the immediate vicinity, tell you a bit about them, ray ban sidestreet whether you have any friends in common and (most importantly) show you a pic. It has slimmed down the emotional, cognitive and financial investment required by the virtual dating process to one simple question: I want to do you? What more modern way to make that most basic binary decision of whether you want to shag someone than a game of ray ban vision real world "Hot or Not"? Social media has made us expert first daters, well versed in smalltalk and over sharing with strangers. The quick follow though from swipe to sex is similarly instinctive for a generation with an appetite for immediacy. Under delivering dating websites prove that personality analytics and mutual interest algorithms do not equate to good sexual chemistry. So what lessons will I learn from this sexual satnav?Turns out I've been signed up to Facebook as male, so Tinder is only matching me with women. After ten minutes of contemplating if this is the Universe's way of telling me that I not compatible with any men (Mum's been saying it for years), I realign my social media gender. I promptly get trigger happy and tick "yes" to a local lad who me too. On closer inspection, his pics are all selfies, which screams "I vain and don have any friends to take pics of me. Another cutie introduces himself with a coy "heyyy" (words are stretched out on Tinder, for some reason "How are you?" becomes "hiiii how ya doiiin??") but I note his height in comparison to his friends in group shots. Shortest. Swipe left, sorry Maybe I'm being a tad picky for someone using a free hookup app?My sociopathic curiosity and appetite for constant validation are fuelled by Tinder's addictive swipe function. I start consuming hundreds of profiles on boring journeys or in queues for a slow barista. Oh, the immediate gratification of having eight suitors when I woke up this morning! Didn't reply to any, but it's nice to know they're out there. Tinder totally complements my lazy and attention seeking personality. It's as compulsive as moodboarding baking projects on Pinterest: swipe, scroll, drool, click, reload. I keep coming back for more cheap, mindless thrills throughout the day. Could the next Tinderer be "the one"? Do I even care?The localised aspect of the app hits me tonight at my local. How many guys in here have I swiped? What if someone recognises me off Tinder? Am I a virtual slut? This is London, it's normal to have never met my neighbours, but is it normal that I might be dating them online? It usually takes me a raybans glasses few drinks to start talking to strangers but, thanks to my iPhone, I'm now virtu flirting while I wee. I don't even need to leave my sofa to flirt, let alone risk liver damage in pursuit of enough Dutch courage to politely humour a clinger for 45 minutes. Online, I simply opt in to a flirt, and if I don't respond no one gets hurt. Dilemma: Friend of my ex comes up: swipe or stay?I'm headed to Yorkshire to visit a friend for the evening and take the opportunity to spin the Tinder wheel. It seems northern men are better at smalltalk and far more fond of vests. When you depart from more densely populated urban areas, you have to cast your geographic net wider. Back in London it's more like "18 shared interests! Only one mile away! Oh, wait, you have a weird fringe. Bye." But up here I find myself more forgiving of the profiles, pouncing on any within a 30 mile radius who seem to have the slightest grasp of grammar. He asked to meet but he's not showing his teeth in any of the photos. Would it be impolite to ask him to Snapchat me a gum shot, so I can be sure he's not a toothless hick? His main profile pic includes three of his mates (those are almost worse than the sneaky selfies because you don't know if you've pulled an alpha male or his loser friend) but we have a mutual acquaintance who assures me he's a "safe bloke". We meet at a street food diner in Soho. He's exactly the sort of 20 something that Tinder or OkCupid would welcome: hip, active on social media, possibly polygamous (a cheat), but authentic and upfront about it. He's cute so I take the ethnographic approach as he describes the back and forth of flirting on Tinder as intellectual foreplay." He tells me he met up with several Tinderers with the sole aim of having sex almost immediately a game plan that has seen him ditched more times than it worked. not on Tinder for a relationship but I enjoy going on dates and having casual sex.
I never lie to someone about that. We held hands as we walked to his place, kissing on a quiet square in Clerkenwell and I felt like a spontaneous 17 year old Well, right up until this morning, when he asked me how I rated the sex so far from one to 10. Just think of all the money I'll save on dinner dates now I can skip straight to the unfulfilling sex.
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