My First And Last Tinder Date

Tinder. Where everyone is hot, and potentially on heroin.

Tinder. Where everyone is hot, and looks kinda like they’re on heroin.

For It’s Not a Match’s second installment of Crowd Sourced Insanity, we have a piece from loyal reader Mikinzie Stuart, who runs her own blog about dating and general musings over at A Typical Redhead. Mikinzie is one of the proud and daring few who have tried to date via Tinder, the internet’s newest and creepiest romance phenomenon. I wrote about it a few months ago here, but because I am both not longer looking for my mate and no longer looking potential insanity, I have not tried the service. Mikinzie has, and these were her results. I’ll chime in here and there, because I can’t help myself…

Here’s Mikinzie…

“Why don’t you try Tinder?” asked my gay co-worker. “A few of my girlfriends are doing it. A couple of them have even met some decent guys!”

That’s the sort of thing that happens on a slow Friday at the office, especially after I‘ve just disabled my OkCupid account for the fifth time. We’d had both had our share of OkCupid dates, gay co-worker and I, and enjoyed swapping stories over the past year, but I had finally decided to give “The Cu” a rest after an attempt at a relationship ended in flames. Not actual flames, but really, that wouldn’t have made it any worse. But like the virus Online Dating is, once you get rid of one service, there’s another one waiting to infect your free time. So I threw caution to the wind, downloaded the Tinder app, connected my Facebook account and we were off to the races.

UrNextMan69, probably.

UrNextMan69, probably.

What makes Tinder different from other online dating services is its simplicity. There’s no website to sign into, no long-winded profile where you have to charm the opposite sex with your wit and good taste in movies, no emails saying you got a five-star rating from UrNextMan69. Could this finally be a no-hassle way to meet a potential match online?

As I hung out at my apartment before my plans that evening, I decided to kill time flipping through the male faces in my area. That’s when I got a notification that Bill*, 26, matched with me and was free to “seduce away…” via Tinder’s version of IM (*name has been changed for obvious reasons). Not one to be shy about sending the first message (ain’t nobody got time for that!), I saw Bill had “liked” LCD Soundsystem and asked him if he had seen their documentary last summer. As most of my potential love interests begin, we got to talking about music and before you know it he was asking me when I was free that week.

“Wow, that was so much easier than weeks and weeks of messages!” I thought. Isn’t Tinder the best?!

He suggested a trendy europub in Chicago with dim lighting and shared plates. We were already off to a good start. (B HereChicks love shared plates. Why is that? Why can’t you just order what you want to be on your plate, I’ll order what I want to be on mine, and then our plates can remain autonomous? Sound good? I want my own plate, regardless of how big it is!)

D-day arrived and I was more nervous than usual. I even considered cancelling. Was it because I virtually knew nothing about this person? Or because the Google search I ran on him revealed little? Or was it because he was so quick to ask me out and I didn’t get much of a chance to feel out whether I actually, you know, liked him? I ignored my gut and reassured myself that it would be fine. This wasn’t my first Online Dating rodeo. Isn’t Tinder the best?!

Bill, probably

Bill, probably

When we met, Bill was shorter than I had hoped. And I had made the mistake of wearing boots with a chunky heel (one of the ways the ‘no profile’ aspect falls short. No pun intended.) (Fuck that Mikinzie! On It’s Not a Match all our puns are intended!), but I didn’t let my picky preferences put me off. “Love comes in many heights,” I reminded myself. (I’m not so sure about that. As my tall lady readers often tell me, love is pretty rarely under 5’4″.)

We ordered a few overpriced cocktails and stood by the bar while we waited for our table. There wasn’t instant chemistry, but he seemed nice enough despite an air of pretension:

Me: I heard the burger here is really good! (Very accurate exclamation point. I feel like every sentence I say on a first internet date involves an exclamation point, just to make sure everyone’s having a good time. “Hi!” “Did you run into any traffic on the way here?!” “My name’s Brian!” “Cats!” “I have herpes!”)

Him: Yeah, it was named #1 in the nation by Bon Appetite, but I’ve had better…

Me: Yeah, I really love LCD Soundsystem. I’m sad I never got to see them live.

Him: I mean, I high-fived James Murphy at Pitchfork, but yeah, that sucks for you.

However, I chalked it up to nerves and gave him the benefit of the doubt. Who knows? Maybe he could be ‘The One.’ Or perhaps ‘The One For Now,’ which in all honesty, isn’t that bad of a gig either at this point.

After the first date routine of ordering, eating, and check signing, we headed outside.

“So, what’s the plan now?” I asked.

Welllllllll, we could bar hop around here… or we go back to my place and have a drink on my balcony,” he said.

I had been on enough online dates to know what that meant. He may as well have ended the sentence with ‘…so we can listen to Drake and play naked Twister.’ (Is Drake what people listen to hook up to now? God, I’m so old. I just learned who Taylor Swift was. How about Roxette? Anyone like making out to Roxette nowadays?)

Good for one free ass.

Good for one free ass.

Granted, he did just pay for my $15 gourmet burger. But I wasn’t even three drinks in yet and he thinks he can GET DAT ASS? Call me old-fashioned, but that was the only “meat” I was interested in sharing with him that night. So…maybe Tinder isn’t great.

We grabbed a drink at an overpriced rooftop bar and then I bailed claiming I had yoga class the next morning while covertly texting an old OkCupid flame when he wasn’t looking.

As I lay in bed alone that night, I picked up my phone and deleted the Tinder app.

Here’s the three main reasons it didn’t work for me:

1) There’s not enough information to establish common ground. As tedious and verbose as profiles and messages can be, they give you the advantage of learning something about that person before you go on a date with them. Or at the very least, something you can remember to bring up in conversation later so you’re not stuck answering questions about which celebrity would play you in a movie about your life.

2) The minimal amount of required effort makes the other person’s intentions unclear. The more time and energy you put into something, the more likely you are to take it seriously. While I can’t say there aren’t guys just looking for a hookup on OkCupid (there are, I’ve dated them), my Tinder date made it very obvious what kind of fun he was looking to have that night. While I’m thankful to have dodged that bullet, I think the simplicity of the app makes it easy to forget that these are real people with real feelings. Oh, and to have a little more tact if you’re trying to get someone to sleep with you on the first date.

3) I have yet to hear of someone who’s been in a monogamous, long-term relationship with someone they met on Tinder. Just sayin’.

For more from Mikinzie, follow her @Mikinzie. To submit your own story, send it hither: itsnotamatch@gmail.com

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12 Responses to My First And Last Tinder Date

  1. Mark says:

    Just keep in mind, Tinder is the somewhat cleaned-up, straight-friendly version of the gay hookup app Grindr. The concept is, “Hey, this person is close, here’s their face or other body part for you to judge their attractiveness, now send a message to go meet up and fuck!”

    Which probably explains why “I have yet to hear of someone who’s been in a monogamous, long-term relationship with someone they met on Tinder.”

  2. VickyS says:

    Tinder’s okay. My friends all use cliqie.com now though, its similar but they help you find things to do with your matches so it helps you actually meet more people. Less creepers too lol. Skout’s decent, not as big on my campus though

  3. Amused says:

    As a straight dude, I have absolutely no problem sharing plates, as long as it isn’t an excuse to get some of my food because someone else chose extremely poorly.

  4. IC says:

    I prefer the app to dating sites. It’s more like meeting at a bar, basically, based on physical attraction first. I feel it’s better to meet faster to see if there’s chemistry instead of wasting weeks on messages and then finding out there’s zero. They should add height info as an option. Some guys state it in their taglines. My tall girlfriend has a tagline that says “please be tall, I’m 5’11″

  5. I hear you about the height issue! Fortunately for me it hasn’t been that much of an issue as I’m 5″3, but for a friend who’s 5″9, it has been. My best friend and I now wear flats on our first tinder dates just in case!

  6. Pete875 says:

    So you realize that this isn’t going anywhere but agree to go spend more of his money, nice.

  7. Zyzzzz brah says:

    So you base the entire tinder experience all from ONE guy? Strong sloot logic.. You are not the brightest journalist. My 4 yr old niece is more creative at making stories. If you really even went on this date your a horrible judge of character. J

  8. TJ says:

    This article is retarded. I have had the app for almost 3 months and I’ve hooked up with multiple girls. I’m now dating a girl that I met from this app. You went on one date with a guy that was a douche. Maybe you should have texted more before meeting up in person.

  9. If you’re looking for a monogamous, long-term relationship on Tinder, you’re doing it wrong. Obviously the author of this piece doesn’t get it. The whole purpose of Tinder is to find casual hook-ups. Saying Tinder failed you because it delivered what it was supposed to makes no sense. And saying Tinder failed you because it didn’t deliver a potential ltr, is like saying your bowl of cereal failed you because it didn’t fix your car.

  10. BDITM says:

    You sound incredibly superficial and petty. I’m willing to bet if he was 5′ 10″ you wouldn’t have hesitated, regardless of his personality or character! “Love is pretty rarely under 5’4″??? Wow, shallow much? Well get ready for a looooong life of disappointment, and you deserve it!

    • Dan says:

      I gotta agree with the guy above me. Women love (and loved) to rag on guys for being shallow. Man, if there’s anything I learned over the past year (and ESPECIALLY after downloading Tinder), it’s that most women are actually even more shallow than men. I can understand if a girl just wants a guy that’s taller than her. Totally get it, but there’s girls that are like 5’5 on there demanding a guy that’s at least 6 feet tall. Ladies, here’s a clue….average height for a male in the United States is just slightly under 5’8. Average height for a female is right around 5’6. These are facts. Just be happy the guy is taller than you. Even if it’s only slightly taller. I might be 5’9, but I can still whip your 6 foot tall boyfriend/hook-ups @ss. Height has nothing to do with being manlier. You women are so delusional due to media brainwashing, and only seeing the tallest guys on screen. Just remember….male…average height…5’8. Female…average height…5’6. Pretty soon I’m gonna start demanding that women be at least a “C” cup and be under a certain weight. Because, honestly, that’s pretty much the equivalent when you all start bitchily demanding height requirements of men. Taller than you I can understand. Anything else, you’re just being a b!tch.

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