So it seems as though Match.com and Hot-or-Not have had an illegitimate child—and they have named it Tinder.
After being introduced to Tinder, I was immediately addicted. For those of you who don’t know, Tinder finds people around your area (you set a range of miles) and shows you their picture. Honestly, I find that extremely creepy and a violation of my privacy, but I participate anyway. By swiping to the left or right, you can effectively put your potential match in the trash or add them to your “people of interest” list, as I like to call it. Yes, you heard me right. You decide based completely on looks (seen through pictures uploaded from Facebook) whether or not you want to let the person know that they have a match—and that it’s you.
If you decide they are “hot,” they will receive a notification that you are a match, and you will be able to converse with them via a text messaging-like system that is completely secure. No phone numbers, no last name. You can tell them what you want—but you could remain a mystery if you so choose.
Sometimes I will enter into a speed round, and go at triple the speed swiping people from left to right. Don’t get me wrong, I feel like a horrible person afterward. But from what I’ve heard, it’s much like the power trip of having a Mod—being able to say yes or no to whomever you please.
A word to the wise: it can get awkward when your friend pops up on Tinder and you accidentally put them on your person of interest list.
Tinder seems to be particularly attractive to college students. However, I have heard plenty of stories about people far beyond college actually finding people that they click with. Now, that doesn’t mean that Tinder is some genius matchmaker from heaven. The funniest part is when a forty year old slips through the cracks and ends up in my pile of potential matches. Seriously?
Really, Tinder is just a good laugh, and a surprising confidence builder. Tinder never lets you know when you are rejected—you only get notified if someone has interest, and it’s flattering in the worst kind of way. Tinder is certainly a power trip—you are playing cupid for yourself, shooting arrows at people left and right. It’s nearly guiltless, you are free to be as judgmental as you want, and no one would ever know.
Tinder is not nearly as enduring as the triple axis of evil—Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. In my opinion, this fad will soon end, if it hasn’t already. But in the meantime, enjoy your hot-or-not list, your power trip, or your confidence boost. As with anything, you never know where it could lead you.
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