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Look at All the Lonely People
where do they all come from?
More importantly, where do they all belong?
I rejoined Tinder when I was feeling some kind of way on Valentine’s Day.
I’ve run into the usual suspects: scammers, would-be doms, dick pic senders, one-word repliers, ghosters, thirsty out-of-towners, liars, manipulators, and some nice guys who may have looked like their pictures at some point during the last decade or two, but not now.
If you want to watch someone’s life go by in a flash, scroll through these guys’ Tinder photos. They go from young to old in three photos flat. It’s depressing as fuck. I’ve learned to scroll ALL the way through the photos for the best chance at eliminating the self-deluded ones who began their brief Tinder gallery at age twenty-something and progress through their next decade (or two!) only to show up in person as someone’s sad grandpa.
The expressions on most of their faces are unbelievably sad. Life has been hard, and it shows.
The chutzpah of the ones who tell you what YOU must be to win them is astounding. Here’s one fun example from this week:
“Ladies, please stop following the trends of society. Nose rings are butt ugly. Tiddy [sic] tattoos are like putting a bumper sticker on the Mona Lisa. Feminism is outdated and obsolete…
