A chivalrous friend had sent it to my sister, accompanied with a screenshot in matter of fact tone that did not seem to question why he was on there himself but somehow put my izzat to question. A lot had changed over the past few years. I see it in captions, in conversations and in carelessly written tweets. Boyfriend and girlfriend concept had finally undergone the test of time. Dating, however, was still new. Most people I know of have taken this simple five-step course of relationship:.
Friends β Really good friends β Friends who knew everything about you- Friends who ask you to be their girlfriend β Relationship. When curiosity claimed the best of me, I finally decided to see what the fuss was about. I gave myself a month to meet, interact and get to know men from around my city and then judge the app. The app is linked to your Facebook account, acquiring pertinent information like your interests and mutual friends before it plays matchmaker.
I somehow enjoyed the swiping, consumed by superficial power, it was a high like no other, something rishta aunties must feel on a regular basis. I was taking revenge on behalf of all women ever for being reduced to the crook in her nose or the croon in her teeth. Of course the strategy died down by my fifteenth swipe, this is when things became, well, classically me. I started looking for jazzy bios, photos with personality change of scenery, adventure sports, more than just a perfectly timed selfie , school information, the kind of mutual friends I shared with them.
It was my izzat , after all, as if being a woman in this precarious situation was a crime. Later, I came to my senses and swiped every guy I liked right, mutual friends or not. I was surprised by the number of men who thought it was wise to add at least one image with a pet which according to a quick google search increases your chances of being matched.
Of course, who can negate the notion of people who can love an animal as first class upstanding gentlemen! One guy posted a photo of himself as a groom, whether it was his own wedding or he wished to display a preview of himself on the actual day remains a mystery. Found another quintessential jock that ate up an alphabet every now and then and seemed to be more self involved judging from his Instagram posts on his tinder profile than I was, always a bad mix.
