So, I have a huge confession. After I moved to Asheville, I started a tinder. I wasnt meeting any guys before that because I think I’m too old to be trolling the bars for dudes and how else do you actually meet people these days!?
Well, I have reconfirmed what I already knew about tinder- it just isn’t for me. I just cannot do it. I have decided to delete my account and here are the reasons why:
- I automatically think you’re talking to other girls. It’s like even if you’re on tinder for good intentions.. which I don’t think you really can be, it’s not for friends, you literally swipe yes or no to if you would sleep with someone.. I will probably just assume that every time you are on your phone, it’s with another tinder chick. Maybe that’s just me and I’m crazy, but it is what it is. It puts a strong level of distrust on anything from the jump. On both sides. Even if you don’t want to admit it, if you have ever gotten semi-serious with someone from tinder, in the back of your mind you are wondering how many other semi-serious partners there are or have been or will be. It’s natural. And that little voice in the back of your head builds a little wall, and that little wall turns into a blockade from fully trusting their intentions for you. Which leads to this whole “are they a good person” vs “are they a shady person” thing and that just kills it.
- I’m not trying to hook up with you. But meeting someone from tinder has this amazing way of putting this invisible expectation on it that it’s supposed to end in sex. And lets face it, we’re all on tinder because we’re kinda lonely. Then you usually meet people out at a social event or bar. Social events and bars have alcohol. Alcohol + people who know they are attracted to each other + people who are kinda lonely = a drunken hookup. It’s simple math. Simple math that just isn’t me. It’s really not, and I kinda hate the one time I allowed this to go down. Even though the guy is- well I think is- a nice, decent, attractive, respectful, small town dude. I just hate knowing I let a complete stranger get to know such an intimate piece of me before anything else. It’s just that, unlike many others in my age range, my number is very low and now I feel like I wasted a valuable slot to someone who may or may not decide to actually ever be valuable enough to my life to actually deserve that spot. Kinda let myself down more than anything.
- I don’t know what to say when people ask how we met. Guess what, even if it does work out, I’ll have to say we met on tinder. Everything about that statement makes my stomach turn. Maybe because it’s not my style. Mostly because tinder is a disgusting hookup app and I’d be embarrassed to tell my family and friends that I was even on it, let alone actually meeting strangers off of it.
- I really find it kind of hard to be nice to anyone who has physically judged me. Which is hypocritical because I was also obviously physically judging people. This alone hurts my soul because it’s so not me. Now, I’m not saying that I’m like some saint who dates people I’m not attracted to if they have a good personalty, blah blah blah. I do only date people that I am physically attracted to in person, we all do. Tinder is different though. I do not line up an age range of men and then approve of some and discard the rest like they’re nothing, in person. What I think people are forgetting is that is essentially what a left swipe is, just discarding a person based on physical appearance and knowing nothing about them. I hate judging. I hate being judged. I hate deciding on someone’s worth based on a few pictures and a few funny taglines to describe them and their interests. It just isn’t me.
- I really suck at receiving compliments. Now this was originally an argument that my friends used to convince me to get tinder. They said it’d help me realize how beautiful I am and how many guys really think that. Apparently I am kind of oblivious to my own level of attractiveness and it surprises a lot of people I know and meet. Which, honestly, I really don’t think I’m attractive. I feel like a big, goofy, awkward tomboy about 90% of the time. Blame it growing up with all guys and them trying to keep my ego small or something. So when the initial conversation on tinder starts with a guy telling me I’m hot or some other physical thing, I automatically get awkward and kind of roll my eyes and never respond.
- I want to go on a real date, where the guy picks me up at my house. But umm… I’m not going to tell you where I live before I ever meet you in person, I really like being alive and un-murdered. So this just automatically kills one of the things I know I need from a potential boyfriend because I am traditional. I want you to plan a date, knock on my door, wait like 5 minutes awkwardly inside as I look for my misplaced keys and phone, then we leave to go where ever you have planned out, and I judge you from you opening the car door for me or not. Then, after the date, you drop me off and either do or don’t try for an awkward first kiss on the porch. Sorry, I really do not believe chivalry is dead, I just think tinder is kidnapping, gagging, and tying it up in its’ basement. Guess I really am an 80s baby: traditional and a slight romantic.. Sweet.
- I want a guy to approach me in person. Messaging someone is easy. It takes no effort and if they don’t respond? Who cares. I want the guy to have to build up enough courage, make an effort to walk over to me, and start a conversation. The whole copy and paste the same cheesy pick-up line to a million girls just isn’t my thing. Risk rejection in person. You don’t get a bio about me to use as a conversation starter. Walk up to me, stick out your hand, introduce yourself. Then we go from there. Ask me how old I am, what I do for fun, if I have pets. Don’t read it and then use it as a conversation starter.
- I kind of hate smart phones and the way almost everyone I know is addicted to theirs. I want my friends and guy I’m dating to be present. I am tired of going out to the bar and seeing everyone constantly on their phones. I want to start enjoying the time I have here and now with the people I choose to surround myself with. Yes, snaps and posts will happen, but I’m almost kind of sick of that too. I just want to have real conversations with real people who are present where they are. It’s pretty simple.
So, tinder it’s been real. It’s been fun. But it hasn’t been real fun. If you need me, I’ll be out with my friends waiting for my real life match because he’ll be approaching me in person.