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An Open Letter to all the Tinder Liars out there

Ah, Tinder. The app that’s helped more women see more unsolicited cocks than a free STI clinic after Fresher’s Week. The app that launched a thousand fake profiles, and a shedload of lying cheating gobshites who don’t know how the app actually works. They don’t seem to realise that when you sign up using your FB profile, it uses that FB profile pic as default. So, if I’m scrolling through this Gallery of Goons and some dude has a selfie where he’s leaning into some young wan’s earhole and sniffing lovingly, no amount of ‘Dat’s my sis in the pic I swear lol” in the tagline underneath is going to stop me giving your profile the Beyoncé treatment:

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Look lads, if you’re going to lie, at least TRY and do it well. Put a bit of effort into it. Find the settings button, and get rid of the pics of you carrying your bride in your arms while still in your wedding rigout. I’m also not a fan of you gazing up bleary-eyed into a camera lens holding a freshly-squeezed newborn while you claim it’s your nephew. I’m not Jeremy Kyle love. I don’t have access to ready-made paternity tests, and I’m probably not going to take you at your word.

To all the Headless Torsos:

Unless you’ve just run screaming from the town of Sleepy Hollow, I’m going to have to assume that you actually HAVE a head, and that it’s so hideous even Peter Jackson’s Orcs want to vomit at the sight of it. Either that or you made a pact with Satan, that you could have your ‘rock-hard abs’ and TRX-addicted core conditioning blah-blah-blah but it would cost you everything above your neck. Don’t worry about it, it happens sometimes. OR, and this is more likely, you have a significant other and you’re staying faceless until you’re so close to getting your hole that both you and the lucky gal you landed will both be in equal amounts of trouble. So, there’s that.

To the ‘Straight In, No Messin’ Chancers:

Are you a hunted man? Have you 24 hours to live? Are you shipping out to fight the good fight in the morning and don’t want to die in the field of battle without having seen a naked woman one last time? Is your dick going to turn into a pumpkin after midnight?

If the answer to any of the above is ‘Yes’, then I can just about understand the urgency with which you want to do the No-Pants Dance. (Apart from Pumpkin Dick – get that shit checked out). More than likely, none of these situations are what you are currently dealing with, so surely you can spare a few precious extra sentences in between “Hey cutie lol” and “Pic of ur tits?” You know, just enough to stop making me feel like I’ve accidentally joined a Babestation XX chatroom. Simmer down, Smartphone Casanova.

Think I’m joking? That I’m making this shit up? I wish I was. THIS actually happened:

Well, at least he said 'Hi' first...

Well, at least he said ‘Hi’ first…

God. Help. Us. It took him a good twenty minutes of me ripping the ever-living piss out of him (as above) to realise that while I probably DID actually know what he was getting at, I wasn’t in any way into it. You could say he bottomed out. (Sorry). What an asshole. (I’ll stop now).

To The Guys Who Think I’m Psychic Fucking Sally:

Five pictures. All of them group photos. Most of them badly taken holiday snaps from your last fortnight-long piss-up in the Costa Del Ballsack or wherever the fuck. A minimum of eleven sunburnt glassy-eyed twatbadgers staring back at me, yet I’m expected to just KNOW which one you are. Or, I could employ a mind-bending mathematical process of elimination that would give Sherlock Holmes a brain-boner.

Fuck off.

Any ladies reading this and are faced with the same dilemma over and over again on Tinder, I have a simple rule, and it’s never let me down yet. It saves you the hassle of trying to work out which of the boyos you’re dealing with. Here it is:

IT’S NEVER THE CUTE ONE.

Stick with that, and you’ll never be disappointed.

Side note: (I know women of Tinder are just as insane, but I’m straight, so I can only speak about the men. Let someone else talk about the crazy lying ladies, and I’ll read that. Anyway, I’ll carry on.)

And finally…

To The Shady Men of Tinder:

If you can’t be honest and happy enough to put up at least one pic of YOUR OWN FACE on a dating site – why in all of the Land of Fuck are you on it in the first place? If you can’t portray yourself as unattached, not surrounded by fourteen drunken eejits in football shirts and sombreros, with all of your features showing – you know, like a confident, single, grown-ass man – then all you’re destined for on Tinder is the dark, lonely, bottom left-hand corner of any smart girl’s Smartphone.

NEXT….

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4 Comments

  1. HILARIOUS! Hahaha.

    But on a more successful note, a good friend of mine found someone on Tinder and they are now solidly together together. He would now say Tinder’s tagline should be, “Find someone worth unsubscribing for.” But then if that’s not the shared goal, these creepers will always be present.

    Sending you love and smiles from Manila! <3

    • Thank you! I’ve had a couple of friends who’ve struck gold on Tinder, both male and female, but as we all know, you’ve to kiss a lot of frogs along the way! 🙂 Here’s hoping!

      It’s still a lot of fun though 🙂

  2. Funny story; I was just about to forgive my boyfriend who was messaging myriad number of girls on few dating sites (not tinder) and was just about to trust him again.. I told him he needed to google how to make things better again as we are in an argument and he’s saying he doesn’t know how to make it better.. And as I was checking his iPad infront of him to see what Google searches he came up with.. I found out he had tinder on his iPad (he doesn’t use an iPhone), he took the iPad away from me and deleted the app saying he hasn’t use it in a while anyway.. I made him download the app again because it does retain account information.
    A few tears, screaming and swearing and crying whilst reading he messages (trust me, it hurts like hell reading him messaging other girls with calling them sexy, gorgeous and xx’s.. )
    I did something out of anger, I edited his profile on tinder and added “lying cheating bastard” on his description.. Don’t think he noticed me doing that.. Yet..

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