On a dare, I tried Tinder.
Like everybody else, I read the scathing Vanity Fair article, Tinder is the Night.
Skanky accounts of Strangers in the Night hooking up for a quick tryst and “Hit him and Quit him” were pretty revolting.
Boys Just Want to Have Sex
My former college roommate is now a Stanford PhD and has a passel of millennials on her couch lamenting the SillyCon Valley Social Scene. This highly educated, very professional, and uber-smart, married woman dared me to try Tinder. (Note: at one time, said PhD was a table top dancing, lampshade-wearing party girl)
Let it be said, three Moscow Mules can erase inhibitions.
We were up and running and signed in and within five minutes, the aforepictured guy appears. Obviously, Matt Damon, George Clooney were busy.
We howled. This had to be a joke.
And, indeed it was. Mr Funny Photo is a rockstar writer on the fabulous site, Medium.
He, too, was playing in the shallow end at Tinder.
OK, Cupid – you are Next!