We
didn’t think dating could get any faster than speed dating, but with the
introduction of apps like Grindr and Tinder, being single (and ready to
mingle) was never so easy. For those of you who are unenthused by the notion of
a dating app, or think you have no need for them, read on. They are more
interesting than you think.
Self-described
as a “location-based social
discovery app that facilitates communication between mutually interested users”,
Tinder is envisioned as being used by
giggling girls huddled together in an office, or for men bored on their morning
commute to work (and vice-versa). No one ever announced during the toasts at
their wedding that they met through Tinder.
We, power hungry and judgmental, just want to “like” or “lump” consciously
posed profile pictures to pass the time spent sandwiched between the armpits of
two sweaty businessmen on the way home.
As
we all know, the internet is often slightly misleading, and we can all admit to
honing the craft of taking a picture that advertises all of our (sometimes
amplified) charms. As the saying goes ‘no one looks as bad as their passport
photo, or as good as their profile picture’.
From
quickly scrolling through Tinder there definitely seems to be a few popular
trends amongst the sea of faces (there isn’t any other way to do it other than
flicking frivolously through the swarm of men and women until someone catches
your eye). It is hard to imagine that anyone could think a perfectly positioned
mirror shot in ones toilet is alluring, but no judgment of course; it is the
internet after all.
The
first trend to be seen (probably first in welcoming you to the app) is the
holiday snap; seen online as the modern equivalent to getting your friends over
for a slideshow, yet similarly painfully executed. As with any online persona,
we have the urge to show only the best of ourselves, who knows who might see
it; a future partner or competitive colleague, perchance. It’s only too
tempting to post pictures of you sunning it up while everyone else is wearing
thermals and cradling a cuppa soup at work. Two words: show off. ‘Single male
looking for female with beachy hair, slag tag or belly button piercing (both,
preferred) and a desire to sleep with someone who takes any opportunity to
flash their abs at a party’, the lonely hearts ad would read, if the art of
putting pen to paper was more commonplace than using a block of electricity to
convey ones utmost thoughts.
The
second most noticeable trend is inextricably associated with the first, as the
two are almost always interlinked. There is no point in going on holiday if you
don’t have a hot bod to show in your skimpy swimwear. It completes the whole
look. Never have we ever seen a holiday snap of someone sweltering in a ski
jumpsuit to hide all their lumps and bumps, unless, like Nigella you don the
burkini in an effort to preserve your porcelain skin, or modesty.
Think of the pain, hard work and discipline of
going to a legs, bums and tums class, as you mutter “strong not skinny!” to
yourself. They have earned the right to show off, surely? No, these are the sort
of people who shoot daggers at you across the road from Wholefoods as you sip
on a full fat Frappuccino. Someone definitely in need of another “guilt tripper”
to complete their circle of trust.
Bound
to attract ardent approval on Tinder is
the added prop of a
furry friend. Melt girls’ hearts with a picture of you
cuddling a puppy. Or even better, offer to babysit a niece or nephew; show that
you can rear children effortlessly while still maintaining your trout pout. The
sort of person who vets possible dates according to whether or not their pet
Chihuahua approves are advocators of this trend, alongside girls with cat faces
drawn on, possibly surrounded by the odd emoticon. The epitome of kawaii, a Japanese term coined to describe
the level of cuteness forcibly imposed on us. There is only one way to explain
this trend and that is these girls
clearly don’t have any pets at hand and so thought they’d make themselves
irresistible by turning into a feline with the help of a kohl eyeliner pencil
(or sharpie for those looking for a more permanent solution; no Tinder induced tattoos noted as of yet).
Despite the only rational explanation one can provide, we still don’t get the
appeal. Ownership of a micro pig or hello kitty backpack is essential when
trying to woo in this situation.
If you continue to seek
approval, pictures of you in a dark nightclub clutching an oversized bottle of
Belvedere on “Mahiki Monday” are surely going to make you the most eligible
bachelor in all of Mayfair, if not London. This trend is reserved only for the
very elite (or friends of whomever can afford a terribly undrinkable ten pints
of vodka). Candidates who proudly sport a cleavage aided with a pair of chicken
fillets, a foundation stripe across their jaw and own a wardrobe full of
body-con dresses need only apply.
Sound appealing? Yes
siree! Anyone willing to meet the dating requirements need only sign up. I am
on tenterhooks awaiting the arrival of the first Tinder wedding invitations.
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