Ah, Tinder. An app about superficially swiping in a certain direction based on someone's appearance.

It's an app our parents and adults just don't understand, but in the day and age of technology, we millennials have grown up with, Tinder was bound to happen. People have used Tinder for many different reasons. I reluctantly downloaded the app after every single one of my friends were already happily spending their days swiping. I couldn't miss out, so I said "What's there to lose?" and hit the download button.

Tinder was definitely a learning experience. Most guys my age are certifiable douche bags, only talking to you based on your boob size or how easy you look. I certainly learned a plethora of hilarious pickup lines, that's for sure. But overall, it was more demeaning than anything. Guys want to know about you for a few minutes until they find out you aren't easy, then you never hear from them again.

I went on quite a few dates from Tinder. Some ending in friendships, but all starting off extremely awkward. Two years ago in the fall, I had had enough. Tinder was going nowhere for me and after the last dating experience I had, I didn't think Tinder was the right option for me anymore.

I grazed over my matches one last time before intending to delete it when I saw a message from a guy. In his picture, he was in a crowd of people at a sporting event with pink paint plastered on his face. I thought to myself, "He looks like fun but dumb with that paint on his face." His picture was familiar, though, in fact, because he messaged me many times before that and I had never answered.

I clicked on his message and had seen our one sided conversation of his "hey's" and the occasional "what's up?" He even wished me a Happy Birthday in June and for some reason I just never replied. I was flattered by his effort and thought "this is the last one, Brittany" before typing a "Hey! What's up?!" back.

Here I am, two years later, happier than I've ever been. If you would've asked me back then if the kid with the pink paint on his face in that Tinder picture would end up being the love of my life today, I would've laughed. I never thought a stupid app like Tinder would bring actual love into my life, but it did.

My now boyfriend and I starting dating about 2 1/2 months after talking to each other and our journey since has been nothing short of crazy. We've dealt with distance, moving, plane flights and road trips to each other and almost two years later, we are stronger than ever.

He's my best friend, the love of my life. It feels so weird that we even met on Tinder and it's something we honestly forget about because it feels like we've been friends for years.

Our situation is rare since Tinder is normally met with disappointment or at least a hookup or two. I am so incredibly lucky that that wasn't the case for me.

While most people are ashamed about meeting someone online, I'm certainly not. Without taking one last chance, I wouldn't be with the person I want to be with for the rest of my life, which is both scary and crazy to think about. A simple movement of my thumb separated me between meeting my boyfriend or potentially still being single, having no idea he exists. Without swiping right over two years ago, I wouldn't have the incredible love I have now.

So thanks, Tinder, I've never been so thankful for swiping right.