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Why I Can’t Bring Myself to Download Tinder

<p class&equals;"Normal1"><span lang&equals;"EN">There have been several times when I have carefully selected the most flattering photos I have in my camera roll&comma; written and re-written a bio&comma; and thought of who my ideal match would be if the possibilities were endless&period; Yet&comma; all this work &lpar;attempting to sum up my life&comma; experiences&comma; and personality with non-generic words and enticing photos&rpar; has gone to waste&period; Because each time I am about to click the final step to post a Tinder profile&comma; I hesitate&comma; and can’t bring myself to do it&period;<&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p class&equals;"Normal1"><span lang&equals;"EN">It’s not that I don’t believe in the success of the app in matching couples to what they are looking for&comma; whether it be a lighthearted&comma; cute and casual date&comma; someone to fulfill them sexually&comma; or even their soulmate&period; And it’s not like my mind spirals down a dark path of fear&comma; imagining scenarios of kidnapping or stalking either&period; Failed dates or misleading intentions of people I don’t find a connection with also aren’t the problem&period;<&sol;span><span lang&equals;"EN">        <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p class&equals;"Normal1"><span lang&equals;"EN">Call me hopeless&comma; but each time I am about to hit that download button I shake my head&comma; wipe away the notes page in my phone&comma; delete the folder of photos and concede to the doom of attempting to meet someone the &OpenCurlyDoubleQuote;old-fashioned way” as my grandma would say&period;<&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p class&equals;"Normal1"><span lang&equals;"EN">The romantic in me &lpar;whom I can perhaps blame on a T-Swift-drenched adolescence&rpar; will not give up on the idea of meeting a stranger’s gaze in an airport&comma; sitting down next to someone reading your favorite book at a coffee shop&comma; or sparking up a convo in the aisles of the grocery store with someone who also happens to be buying ice cream&period; <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p class&equals;"Normal1"><span lang&equals;"EN">Even meeting someone during a late night of studying in the library or on a random set up for a formal would suffice&period; Perhaps I am dreaming of a time that has passed&comma; but for me&comma; my old school&comma; old-soul ideas feel more natural&comma; less orchestrated&comma; less forced&period; Sometimes I wonder if there is someone in the world who feels the same way about meeting people&comma; whether that meeting lasts one night or forever&period;  <&sol;span><span lang&equals;"EN"> <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p class&equals;"Normal1"><span lang&equals;"EN">I can imagine myself swiping through the endless photos of possible matches on Tinder&comma; and genuinely having fun doing so&period; Maybe hidden in those online profiles is my soulmate and I am simply missing out because of this feeling I can’t exactly pinpoint besides saying that it feels too unnatural to me&period; <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p class&equals;"Normal1"><span lang&equals;"EN">I’m often tempted to cave and download every dating app available as I see couples pairing off around me&period; But there is something to be said for the excitement and rush of having someone nervously ask you in person if they can take you on a date&period; So for now&comma; I’ll stay waiting&comma; knowing that I’ll meet the right person when the time is meant to be&period; <&sol;span><span lang&equals;"EN"> <&sol;span><&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>COVER PHOTO&colon; Wired<&sol;p>&NewLine; <&excl;-- WP Biographia v4&period;0&period;0 -->&NewLine;<div class&equals;"wp-biographia-container-top" style&equals;"background-color&colon; &num;FFEAA8&semi; border-top&colon; 4px solid &num;000000&semi;"><div class&equals;"wp-biographia-pic" style&equals;"height&colon;100px&semi; width&colon;100px&semi;"><img alt&equals;'' src&equals;'https&colon;&sol;&sol;secure&period;gravatar&period;com&sol;avatar&sol;787dcdf31587bcad3823f832a5ac9e20cf8694bc9dec0bdd44e42b9ec8d83b60&quest;s&equals;100&&num;038&semi;d&equals;wp&lowbar;user&lowbar;avatar&&num;038&semi;r&equals;g' srcset&equals;'https&colon;&sol;&sol;secure&period;gravatar&period;com&sol;avatar&sol;787dcdf31587bcad3823f832a5ac9e20cf8694bc9dec0bdd44e42b9ec8d83b60&quest;s&equals;200&&num;038&semi;d&equals;wp&lowbar;user&lowbar;avatar&&num;038&semi;r&equals;g 2x' class&equals;'wp-biographia-avatar avatar-100 photo' height&equals;'100' width&equals;'100' &sol;><&sol;div><div class&equals;"wp-biographia-text"><h3>About <a href&equals;"https&colon;&sol;&sol;tulanemagazine&period;com&sol;author&sol;kbrosnan&sol;" title&equals;"Katy Brosnan">Katy Brosnan<&sol;a><&sol;h3><p>Katy Brosnan is a junior from Reno&comma; Nevada&period; She is a Communications and Psychology double major who enjoys running and going to music festivals&period;<&sol;p><div class&equals;"wp-biographia-links"><small><ul class&equals;"wp-biographia-list wp-biographia-list-text"><li><a href&equals;"mailto&colon;kbrosn&&num;97&semi;&&num;110&semi;&&num;64&semi;&&num;116&semi;&&num;117&semi;&&num;108&semi;&&num;97&semi;n&&num;101&semi;&&num;46&semi;e&&num;100&semi;&&num;117&semi;" target&equals;"&lowbar;self" title&equals;"Send Katy Brosnan Mail" class&equals;"wp-biographia-link-text">Mail<&sol;a><&sol;li> &vert; <li><a href&equals;"https&colon;&sol;&sol;tulanemagazine&period;com&sol;author&sol;kbrosnan&sol;" target&equals;"&lowbar;self" title&equals;"More Posts By Katy Brosnan" class&equals;"wp-biographia-link-text">More Posts&lpar;13&rpar;<&sol;a><&sol;li><&sol;ul><&sol;small><&sol;div><&sol;div><&sol;div><&excl;-- WP Biographia v4&period;0&period;0 -->&NewLine;

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