There must be thousands of people on Tinder in New York City, but inevitably, the digital world has now found a way to make even the Big Apple feel uncomfortably small. Obviously there are no labels here, but what are the ethics of messaging other women on the day of a first date? Not to pose a Carrie Bradshaw-esque query, but where do we draw the digital line between playing the field and being a player?
Surprising, while the majority of people there agree the behavior is slightly sleazy, most admit they have done the exact same thing. You stop personally crafting messages after the first week. I could not find anyone at this party who did not have some sort of dating profile, Tinder or otherwise. One woman met her boyfriend on Tinder. He then proceeded to brag he had never opened a book during college and had gotten his cushy banking job through family connections.
Looking back, though, Alyssa seemed most disturbed by the fact she had chosen this guy at all, and that she had messaged him first. In one picture, he actually holds no joke "Infinite Jest. We piece together stories and personalities for everyone we see online based on the smallest cues. I tried to pursue a platonic friendship with him, but we only knew each other in this weird, pseudo-romantic context.
Both Anne and Alyssa, in the aftermath of the " Tinder Apocalypse ," have set some new boundaries. Aila Images. It's Friday night. Two friends of mine relax on the sofa, gossiping while sipping wine.
Finally, the mystery man arrives. He enters our apartment shyly. All five of us share a drink as he tells us about his dissertation. I zone out. It sounds boring. Yup, it was definitely Sean. The statistics of this chance encounter baffled me. Later that night, Maddie showed Anne her phone.
