Who is the Real Tinderella?

Anzac Day 2014, another Tinderella is Born, but who is the Real Tinderella?

I have been a Tinderella for less than a week, and already I have so many stories to tell, but it seems I am not the only one out there wanting to share their adventures on the Tinderverse.

However let me start mine by saying this: I don’t plan for this to be a dirt bagging exercise on Tinder and all those fella’s looking for Tinderella’s and vice versa. Instead I am hoping to provide an insightful journey into the world of Tinder, sharing some of the funnier, and maybe even the sadder side of this dating phenomenon.  So here it goes.

FIRST STEPS INTO THE TINDERVERSE

Stillettos

Yup, it’s Anzac Day down under, and what do you think an Aussie boy would do on Anzac Day

  1. Take a hot chick out on a romantic date sailing around the harbour
  2. Invite his friends over for a barbie at his place to watch some league
  3. Play 2 up at the local RSL with 10 of his mates and the league in the background?

Ladies from down under, we all know the answer to that can only be 3 or 2 at a stretch.

Now this is my view of Anzac day,

A ROOM FULL OF MEN

Australia Day 2014

With that image firmly planted, I start to wonder what my chances of ever meeting a half decent man are again?

It is also this very same image that made us rapidly wind up our RSL visit, and head back to one of the single BFF’s house for an evening barbecue…It’s the Australian way okay!

T’was on this fateful night, that I discovered there was a whole new universe out there for single folk that revolved around Tinder.  Those in the room without a wedding band had a mobile phone in hand.  What is this, surely they aren’t all on facebook, I think to myself.

So I ask, “What are you all doing on your phones”, I say this as I just finish my own FB posting frenzy … Facebook of course being the original #SOCIALBANDIT.  They suddenly all start smiling at me (and to qualify who I am referring to when I say all, I am including one token male in this room).  They soon confess, “Well: they all chime in, we’re on Tinder!”

“WHOA, WHAT” … I gasp?  They laugh at my reaction and Tinder-on.  So I probe further, “hang-on wait: I thought that was just a hook-up site for the under 30s?  ‘Not exactly they respond’.  Then what exactly is it for and what type of people do you meet on there? ” I ask.

They respond in turn: “It can be for what you want it to be.  You can use it for hook-ups if you want, or you can actually meet some interesting people on here.  It has no time consuming surveys to complete, is at no cost, plus you get to choose who you like, based on their look to start with anyway” … mmmmmm, I like the sound of this already.  Okay, this all sounds very interesting …  “Well, explain then what you do and how to use it? ”.  “It’s simple”, they respond.  “If you like someone, you swipe right, and if you don’t, you swipe left simple as that.  It’s fast, easy to use, and fun, have a go and see for yourself”.

Now whilst I kind of knew about this app, I had never considered using it, I dare say for the same reason the majority of us pre-historic romantics wouldn’t consider using it, initially anyway.  The stigma of Tinder was just too unwholesome for someone of my age, well that was what I thought at that point anyway!  It didn’t take me long to leave that thought behind though, because this little pre-historic creature was about to be taught a new lesson in life, and just how to play the dating game in the 21st century.

So, I ask my fellow Tinderella’s to show me how to use the App, and BAM, within minutes I was up and running (thanks facebook for allowing me to select all the best pic’s of me).

No longer the social observer … I had been Tinderized and would soon learn, just why this App was so … so Addictive.

Let the play begin!

Yours Truly,

 

A Real Tinderella 

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