It’s one of those “desperate times calls for desperate measures” kind of things — where you’re either hurt from a prior relationship or too bored for your own good. So rather than paying a monthly fee for anything serious, you take to the mobile hot or not game, Tinder.
You at first think it’s as simple as hitting “<3″ for hot, and “x” for not. You come to learn, however, that swiping is just as effective. In theory, this is a great idea. You just wish you knew this BEFORE you swiped right on your ex.
Being “matched” with someone that finds you just as attractive as you find them is a good feeling. Being matched with that guy you’ve been eyeing all semester? Even better.
So you strike up conversation.
“You wanna text? It’s probably easier.”
Tinder conversations answered all of your basic questions. Who are you? Where are you from? What’s your major? What frat do I now have to avoid? Taking the conversation to iMessage (although “easier”), tends to get a little dry.
So for the time being, you consider it a loss and move on with your night.
Until you see your phone go off at closing time.
Next thing you know
“This could be a regular thing.”
Oh wait, the semester’s over.
