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So, I Made A Tinder Account…

(If you saw me on Tinder, mind ya business.)

Tinder, a place where the creepers roam and the stalkers stalk. Yes, I wanted some male attention—just a little less creepy, a little mesmerized in me, and more, well… interesting.

With pressure from my friends and complete boredom, I reached what you might call an all-time low by making myself a Tinder. At first, I was a bit ashamed and tried plenty of times to permanently deactivate my account once all of the people from my high school popped up on my screen, but then I thought to myself, “If they’re on here, what’s wrong with me being on here?”

Okay, that’s definitely not the point I’m trying to make. Initially, I just wanted to meet new people that I could hold decent and entertaining conversations with. However, being the hopeless romantic that I am, and trying to get over someone (Yes, I know that’s bad), I was looking for more than what most people on Tinder could offer me—a brewing relationship that everyone dreams, prays, and hopes for.

I don’t even know where to get started. From very suggestive direct messages to people saying that they were interested in me after one conversation, I was getting the attention I hoped I would, but not the results. Listen to me when I say this: They will tell you exactly what you want to hear to get what they want, and it’s not a date—it’s a hookup. There’s L. who ghosted me and apologized by saying that “he dropped his phone in water” and ghosted me again all because I wasn’t on the same page he was (If you know what I mean). Sorry, but I’m just not that type of girl.

Okay, you think I’m pretty or “fine asl,” but what questions are you going to ask me to get to know me or to assess my personality? What about my soul? What about my intentions?

I kinda kept my expectations quite low, but I constantly questioned what I was doing wrong to keep getting these people that couldn’t hold a conversation or those that would just cut to the chase. Don’t get me wrong, I met plenty of people that had potential. For example, there was this guy, and I can’t disclose his name, but he goes to UW—Whitewater and we exchanged playlists. Now, if you’ve read my past articles you may have guessed that playlists are my love language. Hint, hint.

But anyway…

I just constantly hated that for the most part, my Tinder experience was an endless cycle of talking to people, having a good conversation, and then it fizzling out. It was always tiring to start over with a new person, especially if their intentions didn’t match. Don’t get me started on the guys that thought I was going to link up with them after one conversation, especially during a shelter-in-place and at 2:00 in the morning. Like sir, did you bump your head?

Online dating is definitely not for me. I can’t waste any more of my time with pointless conversations that end up going nowhere. I don’t want to rely on a system of me swiping right on people because of their looks and a short bio that doesn’t capture the full essence of someone because they overused emojis.

If that’s all you have to offer on Tinder, it’s a hard pass for me.

 

My Jada Daniel, Beloit College, Freshman

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