Of all the things we have in common there is one that could be deemed most shocking. Okay, it’s 2016. Maybe not shocking, but certainly fun, wild, and inorganic. Are you ready for it? We BOTH met our boyfriends on Tinder. Yes, you read that right. We BOTH met solid, take-home, long-term guys on Tinder. And we’re prepared to yell it from the rooftops!
Tinder is the butt of so many jokes and social critiques and to be honest, the generalization offends us. Sure, it’s a readily available locale to swipe your way into a casual hookup situation. But for a number of people, it’s a place where fate works its magic and somehow, somewhere, the stars align. I once read that there is a greater chance of meeting someone with whom you are compatible on Tinder, where it is totally random (at least it used to be before Tinder Plus), than the chance of meeting someone on a carefully calculated, compatibility-oriented dating website. It presents an interesting phenomenon to ponder…
Mad- I was apprehensive for a long time. Apprehensive isn’t the word, disgusted. How could the world be so shallow as to resort to swiping left or right on nothing but a picture of someone? What if the love of your life just wasn’t photogenic but had a really great personality? Slater and Teal were both enthusiasts, though, and explained it to me: “Mad, it’s no different than meeting someone at a bar. You’re only going to talk to them or approach them if you think they’re attractive.” A couple months later and a lonely heart from a recent breakup, and that was all the convincing I needed... Picture Kare hugging a teary me in the bathroom, while she exclaimed “F*** it! We’re getting the wine out and we’re getting Tinder!” The rest is history. When we matched and he boldly sent me his number I put him in my phone as ‘Joey Tinder’... thinking I’d have a ‘John Tinder’, ‘Jack Tinder’, ‘any-other-boy Tinder’ and this classification would simply keep me and my love life organized. But it never went beyond JT, as he’s come to be known by some. We texted long distance for three months before it progressed to me calling and talking his ear off. Our first phone conversation was 5 hours long and had to be cut short when I realized Bri was waking up for work and would wonder what in the blazes I was doing up on the phone! When a summer job brought me to Toronto, naturally our first date was a Blue Jays game and I was hook, line and sinker from the moment he waved me over to the gate in the pouring rain. Day after day we met at the gym, ate pizza and watched the ducks swim by down at the Bluffs, and stayed up way too late to function at work the next day. When he made it clear he “wasn’t down to just be a summer fling”, my shallow Tinder assumptions were proven mighty wrong.
Teal- I jumped on the Tinder bandwagon my senior year at Plattsburgh; however in a college town, Tinder was restricted to conversations with people 50 to 60 miles away that lasted a day or two and that was the end. When I moved to Montreal it was an entirely new Tinder game. Gone were the pointless conversations, people actually asked you out on dates! Tinder was the perfect way to meet new people and explore the hippest places Montreal had to offer. I opened a bottle of champagne with a sword, went to a Habs game, and went to a secret Japanese bar to name a few. One of my go to lines is “never say no to a date, even if it’s bad, it will make a good story.” So, when I matched with a travelling Aussie and he asked me out, it was an easy decision. I still remember my roommate at the time saying “isn’t it strange to be going on a date with someone you’re never going to see again?” Our first date lasted 8 hours and included a hike, dinner, and drinks at two different bars...funny enough, I did see him again. We went on another date the following night and the night after that. I should have known I had a keeper when by the end of the week, he was coming home for Easter dinner with me and meeting my extended family. Now almost two years after our first date and almost a year of an extreme 16,000km LDR, I’m having the time of my life with him in Australia!
Could all of these “Tinder success stories” be chance encounters? Or are they the result of fate? These are just a few but they all exist in our quality-over-quantity group of friends (read: small group). We’re the first to admit that meeting new people, even just new friends, is hard! Take that to the romantic level and being asked out nowadays just doesn’t happen like it does in the movies. As girls from down home families, never in a million years would we have expected this to be us. I mean our parents met so organically… Mad’s at a stag, Teal’s at a summer baseball league. But then we consider the context, the fast paced lives we live with the pressures of succeeding academically and then as a career women. Meeting love interests online or using social media apps is the way of our times and a way to connect like never before. It allows us to branch out, connect with people we likely would have never met otherwise, and pre-screen one another the way our generation has become accustomed to (because whether you accept it or not, you can tell a lot about a person by the way they text or use emojis).
If you’re still a hater, though, and still don’t believe in it’s power then we’re full on willing to accept that Tinder is some crazy kinda fate, some crazy generator of the best kind of anomalies to ever exist.