Twenty something dating a forty something
" Certainly, Tinder seems to make it easier to not be vulnerable, to put out a bulletproof version of yourself.But Tinder doesn't make it easier to fall in love just because it makes it easier to be exposed to hundreds, or thousands, of potential dates.
But while my profile stayed mostly the same, my experience on Tinder shifted each time I left and got back on, as though the breaks I took were also opportunities for the app itself to catch up with me.
I was in "digital media," I was from Boston, I was relatively new to L.
A., I loved tacos and avocados, I had met two internet-famous cats but I liked dogs better.
I got the addictive rush when I matched with someone, and another one when a match would text me, and another when we would make plans.
I felt a momentary dejection when someone I was convinced was a match, based on his photos and the briefest of descriptions, didn't match with me. I Tindered on work trips and vacation, meeting up a couple times with people in New York — just to see, I told myself — and became fascinated with the differences among the photos of guys in Norway (lots of skiing), Boston (lots of Red Sox caps), and Israel (lots of shirtless pics).