Introducing y’all to my newest blog series, Tinderpersonations – where my guy friends impersonate me on Tinder (a glamorous description of them hijacking my phone, and pretending to be me on my profile).
Most of my guy friends are in relationships or recently engaged. With enraging glibness they wonder why it is so hard for me to find myself a good guy, surely I must be doing something wrong. The fact that all of my guy friends lived through years’ long disastrous dating dry spells is something they all have conveniently forgotten. It satisfies me, therefore, to watch them confidently take my phone (“Watch the Master at work, don’t worry, I’ll get you a date in no time“) only to shortly thereafter bemoan the male species (“Why are there so many losers? Why so many jackasses taking selfies? Why don’t these guys dress to look good? Is your Tinder blocking all the normal good-looking dudes? What is up with that weird pose? WHO THOUGHT THAT PIC WAS A GOOD IDEA?!“).
It is especially satisfying to watch them attempt a conversation with any of my Tinder matches.
As my friend naively remarked, “It’s like he isn’t even paying attention to what you are writing!!”
Welcome to Tinder, my friends.