Tinder is an alleged “dating” app that allows people to troll for D and P in their local area. By “D” and “P,” surely you will know what I mean unless you are completely innocent or some type of Mormon or an Amish person who accidentally stumbled onto this blog. (Although for the Amish that would be quite a feat. Welcome.)
Anywho, I had a very lame experience with Tinder quite recently. To make a long story short, I have been seeing the same guy for a a pretty long period of time now, and I like him very much. However, due to reasons beyond my control, we are not consciously exclusive in our relationship at this time. (Please spare telling me what I already know.) As I sat on the barstool in this bar, the girl next to me started a conversation about men. I said that I had been seeing someone. She asked what he looked like. I obliged. The words that next fell from her mouth left me in a stupor: “He sent me a message on Tinder.”
WTF. This is what raced through my mind as I sat there like an idiot, looking at this guy’s face. I am an idiot.
Okay, so do not panic. Do not panic. You’re panicking. I thought about what I should do. Should I confront him? Should I say anything at all? First I took a shot of tequila and pretended that everything was okay. Everything is not okay! Think about this.
I managed to not say anything for almost 24 hours. I consider myself to be the David Blaine of relationship self-control after achieving that feat. We discussed and resolved the issue. I realized that I cannot be too critical unless we are in an exclusive relationship, and really, I should be striking out on Tinder myself.
I simply downloaded Tinder to see what the fuss was about, and quite honestly, Tinder is trash. You can spot a weirdo on there almost right away, and like almost any other online dating resource, Tinder seems to be delegated to the ultra-awkward and ultra-douchebaggy anyway. One guy spent way too much of his energy talking about my lips. It was really gross and showed me why he’s probably on Tinder to troll women. Tinder is not for people who like meeting in natural settings. Tinder is for wannabe sluts, plain and simple.
But really, what are the odds of my little encounter? Tinder is basically pitting every single person in vast metropolitan areas against one another in a never-ending attempt to get laid. There are over 16 million people in LA, and I ended up in one specific bar (which I frequent), sitting next to one girl (who I had never met before) and learning that this girl was hit on by a guy I was seeing. To conclude: 1 city, 16 million people, 1 bar, 2 barstools, 2 women, 1 dick. That is the reality of what Tinder is doing to this world. It eliminates options before there is even the chance to meet someone in person. Tinder is gross.
If Tinder continues to grow at the same rate, and if people continue to use the app to hook up or do whatever it is they use it for, there will be no one left. Everyone will be eliminated from dating and sex pool eligibility via Tinder. Tinder is a Darwinist dating app.
Tinder, in its purest form, is the worst thing in American society at this time. It is impersonal, disingenuous, and fleeting in a time at which personal connection is already dissolving. I prefer to meet people organically and as my life unfolds. Tinder is another way of forcing connection, and connection, as rare as it is today, is something that should come naturally. Please, do your part, and ban Tinder.
This has been a public service announcement by Fixed Air.
Fixed Air 
Oh god so many weirdos on Tinder, I keep deleting it from my phone then putting it on again. I think for better or worse, Tinder is here to stay.
Agree! Once you think you ‘liked’ a normal guy, you get some weird message about lips, feet, or whatever freaky fetish he’s into. Love this!