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"FacebookPinterest\n\nDavid*, 28, Brooklyn\n\n &amp;quot;I had used Tinder in NYC for a few months with some hits and misses, but never tried it outside the five boroughs. While I had met several people in person, the dates were duds. But the app remained an avenue of entertainment, sometimes moving along to texts or Snapchats. As many people do, I treated it more like a game you&amp;#39;d play with friends at the bar. Swipe left, swipe right. Once, while home for my ten-year high-school reunion in Wisconsin, I decided to start up Tinder and see who was on it in my hometown. A few swipes later, I was talking with someone from the township over.\n\nThe night before the reunion I went out with some friends and we met up with other classmates who were back in town. My new Tinder friend came to meet up at the bar. We danced, we drank, we made out in front of my classmates I had not seen for 10 years and then we went our separate ways. My close friends knew that she was from Tinder, but others thought she was my girlfriend visiting for the reunion. Much to their surprise, she did not show up the next night for the actual event where I once again, tried and failed to hook up with my high school crush.&amp;quot;\n\nBen, 28, Brooklyn\n\n &amp;quot;After much pressure from my friends (well, one maniac, really), I finally joined Tinder. Of course, my first encounter would be one for the memoirs. Same industry, same interests, beautiful\u2014everything checked out. However, dinner couldn&amp;#39;t have gone any worse, we were polar opposites. But when she invited me back to &amp;quot;her place&amp;quot; (hang in there, I&amp;#39;ll drop the other foot later) to stay the night, I couldn&amp;#39;t resist. When I woke, my Tindress told me she was going to take a shower. Sure, no problem, I thought, that is until about five minutes later when I saw a silhouette of whom I thought was my evening score standing in the doorway of the bedroom, fully clothed. &amp;#39;Why&amp;#39;d you put your clothes back on?&amp;quot; I asked. To which she responded, and to my horror, &amp;quot;Ugh, Seriously!? Get the fuck out. Just get the fuck out!&amp;#39; Of course, my date had an identical twin sister with whom she shared a bed (whom she neglected to mention) who was just arriving home from a night out with a man she met on, of course, Tinder. And that, my friend, is why Tinder is the ultimate nether land for magical life experiences.&amp;quot;\n\nLouise, 29, Brooklyn\n\n &amp;quot;I think it was the first Tinder message I ever sent. It said something like, &amp;#39;pretty sure yours is the best profile on Tinder. Thanks for making this app worth it. Hello.&amp;#39; I got a response in about 15 seconds which was awesome, I won&amp;#39;t lie. Over the course of the night, I drank wine and painted. He drank whiskey and wrote. We started texting. I texted him my paintings. He texted me his writing. By the end of five hours it was 3:00 am and I was on my roof to get some air\u2014might have been the 100 degree weather, but was probably all the wine that went to my head. Then the inevitable question was asked.\n\n&amp;#39;Where are you?&amp;#39;\n\n &amp;#39;On my roof. Where are you?&amp;#39;\n\n &amp;#39;On my bike. Where&amp;#39;s your house?&amp;#39;\n\nSo yes. I gave him my address. This total stranger.\n\nFive miles and thirty minutes later he was on my front stoop. Five minutes after that we were on my roof.\n\nFrom there, let&amp;#39;s just say, it&amp;#39;s fortunate none of my neighbors felt like hanging on the roof that night...although it might have been a good show.&amp;quot;\n\nSusan, 24, London\n\n &amp;quot;I matched with a really hot guy on Tinder, he was evidently a yoga teacher at my local studio and we arranged to meet at a bar nearby after his last class. He arrives looking cute as expected and apologizes, kind of giggling, for being 10 minutes late. &amp;#39;No worries&amp;#39; I say. He proceeds to sit down and tells me he&amp;#39;s been hanging out with a couple that he works with, and asks if I would mind if they join us. I thought this was kind of casual but also nice that he was comfortable enough to introduce me to his friends, so sure, why not? We have a couple of drinks and everyone&amp;#39;s getting along famously, but I suggest me and Mr. Yoga go get some dinner somewhere, so I can actually talk to him on his own. He glances at his friends and they all shift around on their buttocks nervously before the girl says &amp;#39;Ok, we were wondering if you wanted to come somewhere with us instead.&amp;#39; I didn&amp;#39;t get it at first, and the confused look on my face leads her to explain. &amp;#39;You seem like a really fun girl,&amp;#39; she says, and proceeds to explain that they wanted me to go home with them, all of them. I was mortified but didn&amp;#39;t want to sound rude (really, this was my main concern, I would hate to be judgmental) so I told them I needed to go to work and jumped up and asked for the bill. I couldn&amp;#39;t even wait to pay though, I was so embarrassed. I left, but not before I hugged them all. Urgh.&amp;quot;\n\nBrendon, 28, Brooklyn\n\n &amp;quot;Honestly my experience with Tinder was relatively brief, but overwhelmingly pleasant. I came across the app through a friend in late April and immediately fell victim to its addictive nature. It wasn&amp;#39;t eHarmony, or Match.com, or any other dating site with complex algorithms and monthly fees to help you on your path to find your one true love; it was simple, direct, and inherently casual. For myself, the single man wholeheartedly dedicated to remaining single, it was perfect. On any given night, I could frequent any of the watering holes New York has to offer, hoping that at this bar, there&amp;#39;s a girl, who is single and attractive, and also happens to find me attractive. Alternatively, I could stay home, scroll through dozens of (hopefully) single girls on Tinder, swiping left and right, all without the sunk costs of a night on the town . Or, I could do both and double the odds. That&amp;#39;s the beauty of Tinder, there&amp;#39;s nothing lost.\n\nI only met up with one girl off of Tinder, we matched at 5:00 pm on a Wednesday, exchanged a few witty quips and by 7:00 pm were at a bar in the East Village having drinks. Again, no pretense for everlasting love, it&amp;#39;s not really a first date, we just both found each other attractive online, and agreed to a drink. The night was pleasant, we exchanged numbers, texted periodically throughout the coming weeks, but eventually the connection faded.&amp;quot;\n\nSylvia, 26, New Jersey\n\n &amp;quot;I joined Tinder fairly recently because I was curious about the hype and a few of my friends had great luck with it\u2014one of my best friends from college has now been dating someone from Tinder for months.\n\nRecently, I started messaging with one guy who lived very nearby, so I thought it&amp;#39;d be a good test run when he asked me out. I live in New Jersey and I get a ton of matches from NYC, which I normally wouldn&amp;#39;t mind, but thought it&amp;#39;d be safe to start out with a local New Jersey date first.\n\nAfter being 20 minutes late, for the first 20-30 minutes or so, the guy showed me photos on his phone of infected dog uteri. To be (borderline) fair, he&amp;#39;s a vet tech, but is that really an excuse? No. All I had said previously was that I loved animals and had worked in the pet division of my PR agency, so I worked with animals often. Then came the disgusting pictures. Not only did he show them to me, he began to &amp;quot;quiz&amp;quot; me on the different uteri. One uterus was pregnant (as apparent by the following photo of several puppies). One was infected. You get the idea.\n\nHe also quizzed me on pretty much everything the entire night\u2014On how to play darts (I actually play darts pretty well), on the music we played on the bar&amp;#39;s jukebox and so on and so forth.\n\nI wasn&amp;#39;t feeling well that week anyway, so I told him I had to cut the night short and wanted to go home.\n\nHim: &amp;#39;Let&amp;#39;s go home and watch TV at your place.&amp;#39;\n\n Me: &amp;#39;Um, no. I&amp;#39;m going to go home by myself. Plus, I don&amp;#39;t feel well.&amp;#39;\n\n Him: &amp;#39;No, you get the wrong idea! I didn&amp;#39;t want to do anything. I just want to lay next to you.&amp;#39;\n\nCreep city. I awkwardly let him kiss me at the end of the night, but only to get rid of him. Although he told me at one point &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m getting in your car with you.&amp;#39; and I said &amp;#39;No.&amp;#39; Thankfully, he left it at that.&amp;quot;\n\nSimone, 26, Los Angeles\n\n &amp;quot;I joined Tinder on a whim shortly after it launched in LA just to see what it was all about. Soon after, I was matched with a seemingly normal guy who I had a couple of distant Facebook connections with. We started chatting on the Tinder, but eventually exchanged numbers and continued to get to know each other over text. Throughout our conversation I gathered various tidbits of his life: what he did for work, what area of the city he lived in, where he went to school, etc.\n\nAfter a few days of texting, he pulled the trigger and asked me to meet up for drinks later that week. It was only a day or so after I agreed that I realized I should probably learn a little bit more about this guy, seeing as how I was new to the concept of online dating. Tinder doesn&amp;#39;t provide last names but I was able to locate him pretty quickly through one of our mutual Facebook friends. Since I couldn&amp;#39;t see much of his profile, I decided on a quick Google search.\n\nThe first result that popped up was probably my worst nightmare: a feature story in the LA Times from a few years prior about his arrest for the alleged sexual assault of two minors, in addition to providing one of them with coke. As I read through the article, I was horrified to find that not only were all the details he provided me with aligning with the article (job, neighborhood, alma mater, etc.) but the age listed was significantly higher than he had told me.\n\nNeedless to say, I flaked on our date immediately and deleted my Tinder account a couple days later. I&amp;#39;ve since resurrected the account a couple of times and had totally harmless (if a little weird) experiences, but have definitely proceeded with caution.&amp;quot;\n\nMaya, 24, San Francisco\n\n &amp;quot;I got matched with the guy who handed me my Mission Chinese takeout. One Monday night, I got back to San Francisco from a road trip to Portland. I decided to spend the rest of my night messing around with the app to see who was in San Francisco and eat some Mission Chinese takeout. I mean, what&amp;#39;s more perfect than eating bougie Chinese food and having a bunch of guys at the palm of your hand? So I ordered my food online, and chose to have it picked up instead of delivered because my mom&amp;#39;s condo is outside of the cheap delivery zone. I hopped on the BART to Mission, walked inside Mission Chinese, picked up my food and went home. The guy who handed me my food was an Asian guy\u2014my initial thought was that he was gay but then again I think every guy in San Francisco is potentially gay unless he looks like a bro and lives out in the Marina. He was cute but I didn&amp;#39;t really think much of it until I went home and started eating my mapo tofu and swiping left on guys. The guy from Mission Chinese showed up in my feed and I didn&amp;#39;t recognize him from earlier. His name was Gary. I swiped right. The next day, we became a match.\n\nI get this message from him on Tuesday saying: &amp;quot;Strange question: did you eat at Mission Chinese last night?&amp;quot;\n\n Me: I got take out from there last night\n\n Him: What? Creepy. I&amp;#39;m pretty sure I handed you your food yesterday.\n\n Me: LOL. omg\n\n Him: I wish I held off responding longer. How was your food? Don&amp;#39;t lie!\n\nAnd that was the end of it because for some reason my replies didn&amp;#39;t send through.&amp;quot;\n\nToni, 26, London\n\n The only thing that ever came of Tinder was pseudo-flirting bred from boredom\u2014until Greg. We&amp;#39;d been chatting back and forth for a week while we were both traveling and I was actually considering meeting him in person.\n\nThe day I got back, we were talking about our plans for the night. We were both busy, so meeting that night wasn&amp;#39;t on the table. He had a work party in West London, and I casually told him I was at at the opening of a hotel an hour away. The next time I looked at my phone, there was one message from him: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m on my way.&amp;quot;\n\nI spent the next half hour nervously looking at the door until in he walks in an ill-fitting rental tux with a massive red bow tie, scanning the room for me. I hid behind my friends, my date, and the bar, but he must&amp;#39;ve seen me because as soon as I went to the bathroom, he walked up to my friends and said, &amp;#39;Hey, weird question, but do you know Jen?&amp;#39;&amp;quot; They lied and said no, and he left.\n\nWeirdest part of all this? The next day, he messaged me to ask how my night ended up, and told me a made-up story about his. We both never spoke of his \u00A3100 cab ride to stalk me.\n\nNames have been changed for obvious reasons."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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