'People are just DTF (down to f-k) but also date,' my in-the-know friend also said. After consulting a friend, who told me 'Tinder is the only one that actually works', I have (reluctantly) signed up. True, there may be Tinder marriages and Tinder babies out there, but I am yet to meet any.Īnd yet. The last time I was there (circa mid-2014), it was pretty much a glorified hook-up website (And if you want one of those, may I suggest better places to go where things are, how shall we say, less 'ambiguous'.) 'But some of my best friends who met on Tinder are married,' you may have heard someone say. In a well-informed attempt to avoid my ex, I have boycotted Tinder. But apparently it's big in London and New York, places I will be visiting in coming weeks. I should have saved my $13, bought a few almond caps and chatted up the cute barista at my local cafe instead. I signed up for a month and while I spotted the odd celebrity, I didn't strike up a decent conversation with anyone. True, you need to be referred by another member (not that hard) and you have to pay to play, meaning it does weed out some of the dross. I kept hearing about Raya like it was some underground club with a secret door.
