When the discussion of the dating app, Tinder, pops into conversations, a lot of people think of it as a place to "hook up." Although, for some of the lucky ones, Tinder is not just some cheesy hook up app; it is the reason they are with their significant other. For myself, this was the case.
As my senior year of high school was coming to a close, my two-year relationship with my high school sweetheart was also ending. After months of arguments and being controlled, the relationship was finally through. Of course it was horrible at first, in high school our emotions run so wild and I truly believed that I was "in love," so I was a teary-eyed teenage girl for quite sometime.
One night, after the break up, I was over at a friend's house and all the other girls there were on Tinder. I thought to myself that the app was only for hookups and I did not want that one bit. After some persuasion and stories of actual dates that my friends had been on with guys from Tinder, I downloaded the app.
Starting off, I felt like a complete b*tch, I was judging people on their appearances, as they were judging me. I received messages and replied to some, the people who were using the app to hook up were very open about it. DTF would jump across the screen and I would ignore it. Then about a week after the download, I got a message that was related to my cheesy bio.
I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain.
Cheesy, I know. The reply was the next few verses of the song with a smiley face tagged to the end. I responded with the next line and this went on until the song was complete. The next few days were conversations about the type of music and movies we were into. After about a week we exchanged phone numbers and started texting. Later came all-day texting and late night phone calls. I was falling for a guy on the Internet that my mother and middle school warned me all about. Meeting people like this is dangerous and I was well aware of this. After about two or three months of these texts and calls, I finally met up with my "Tinder Boy," as my friends called him. It was after a neighboring school's musical and along with me were my two best friends.
Now let me tell you, I was nervous as hell. You see, this guy was from a college that was a few towns from mine. I was 18 and in high school at the time and he was already in his second year at Lindenwood University.
I met him at his apartment on campus where he and his roommate were living. I forced my friends to walk ahead of me and go in first; I was so shy. Finally reaching his door, we opened it to find a blue/green-eyed beauty who looked better than any of his pictures, they could not do justice to this man. He was sitting on a longboard and jumped up to offer me a place beside him. I sat down and he excitedly got a book from a shelf. To my surprise, it was the "Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe." I was struck and kept falling, since, as a literature geek, I loved Poe.
And now, I love him, my "Tinder Boy." We have been together for over a year and it's all thanks to Tinder.