Tinder is Trash
One writer’s answer to last week’s prompt: find a street style pic and long-form caption it.
Ahh the many cliches of tinder. Who have you matched with?
Romance is dead.
I don’t even know why I bother checking Tinder. I know the guys on there are just looking for hookups. They don’t want to get to know me, they don’t want to listen to what I have to say. They probably don’t even care to know my name. Every boy I come across either has a foot fetish, is obsessed with his abs, or has a picture of his weird pet lizard — not to judge. I just think that at the very least, they could show off something real they have to offer.
And what’s with calling me baby? Or babe?
…How many girls do you think these guys are referring to as baby, or babe?
A woman needs intellect, respect and value. What happened to the days of mutual attraction? Sending flowers? Or at the very least asking, “How are you doing?” What happened to the days where you didn’t have to worry about texts?
We need a romance revolution. No more games, no more guessing and no more wondering. We should all say how we feel, and not be afraid to say, “I love you.” Let’s commit to relationships! And treat each other equally. Having a penis or a vagina doesn’t change the fact we’re all still human.
Dating apps have become a game, yes, but if you’re not ready for romance, don’t play with people’s feelings. You have no right to pluck someone’s heartstrings if you’re not there to create music. Don’t contribute to the world of assholes, dude. We have plenty.
Wow. Checking Tinder just opened up a whole bottle of emotions there, huh? I was just walking along, going about my day, living life, to suddenly performing a sidewalk soliloquy about the state of modern dating. Maybe I should talk to someone about this — just to see how they feel about it. To know that I am not alone. The guy behind me seems nice…maybe he could be part of my romance revolution. Someone has to reawaken the art of love; maybe we can. Okay, before I approach him, let me put this phone away. Tinder is trash, and if I don’t pay attention to where I’m walking, I’ll crash.
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