Tinder is an App in which you flip through pictures of guys in your area and if you find them cute you hit the green <3 button and if you don't then you hit the red X. If one of the guys that you liked also happened to like you then you are a "match" and can now chat. To make things better/cheesier the logo for this app is a flame. Yup I have claimed myself above match.com but I will entertain myself with an app called tinder (substitute the dot above the i with a flame), classy. My 24 year old cousin introduced this to me as a joke and a pretty good self esteem booster but just recently I have had the moral dilemma of how seriously I want to take it. Pretty cute, normal looking and sounding guys are chatting me. For awhile I would chat back however, the second they brought up meeting I would stop responding. But as I ended conversations with more and more cute, nice seeming guys, and attempt to pursue my crush on the 35 year old bartender with a child that has no hope of going anywhere (let alone anywhere near a healthy and promising relationship) I realized that maybe, just maybe I should meet a couple of them. Ugh. I can here it now, Mimi Chase trying to spin this into a positive as she tells her friends at Wednesday wine night in her apartment building... "Oh my oldest granddaughter, you know the nurse, is dating this fantastic man she met after he saw a picture of her dancing at a wedding and just had to get her number and meet her." Yup Mimi it went just like that. Anyway, I finally decided I would take the plunge and agreed to a meeting at a "Sneaky Sound System" show at the Mezzanine. One of my friends thankfully rallied and let me tag along with her, her BF, and 14 of his friends. So before I knew it, I found myself piled into a limo with mostly strangers on my way to meet a complete stranger... The concert was actually really awesome, epic dance party, meeting the guy was really bizarre though. He found me at the bar, said hi, told me where his friends were, we split up and then I never heard from him again. Apparently I didn't make a very good first impression. Ah well life of a single girl, part 16,624...
On a positive note I had a fantastic time dancing the night away!
