Tinder can be a dangerous place. Even though you have the power to swipe, you never know quite what you are going to get.
This young man tells his story of a particularly unsettling experience he had with a girl from Tinder that he went on a date with. He gives the background below:
Messing around on Tinder for a bit of distraction during a crazy stretch at work. Match with this woman. Texted a little bit. Probably should’ve seen a few red flags (e.g., sending a 7:00 a.m. chasing text the next day because hers was the last message in the text chain from the night before, and I hadn’t yet responded), but I like to give people the benefit of the doubt–particularly over text, as things can come across in ways other than as intended.
Anyway, we make plans to meet up for an afternoon drink over the weekend. Had a little walk through the local park, a couple of pints at a nearby pub, nice conversation, etc. (Again, probably should’ve picked up on a few signs, but she was clearly a bit nervous and–again–benefit of the doubt. And we had a nice talk and a nice time.) A quick goodbye kiss on the sidewalk at the end, but nothing more.
She started texting afterwards, and–apparently–wasn’t pleased with the speed of some of my responses. (Was a busy weekend.) After a couple of further chasing texts–the last one of which was pretty snarky–it was clear to me that this wasn’t going to work. (Insecurity, for me, is THE deal-breaker.) But we’d had a nice time, and she seemed like a nice woman, so I decided to send her a message explaining that I didn’t think it was going to work and wishing her the best.
The next morning, I woke up to this absolutely epic text rant.