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.
Thanks but no thanks. Tinder was an uncharted territory, at least for me and so, an even bigger curious component of the burgeoning dating scene in Pakistan. 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: When curiosity claimed the best of me, I finally decided to see what the fuss was about.
I gave myself a week 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.
Later, I came to my senses and swiped every guy I liked right, mutual friends or not. Many men on Tinder decided to offer the full experience Source: 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.
As for others who added a closeup of their automobile, still trying to figure out the relevance of that particular move. Prisma seemed to be a hot favorite. Off we went to a very colorful start. Save for a few, I was pleasantly surprised by most of the men I spoke to over the app. Number of women on Tinder was not only underwhelming but less than a couple dozen. Some were men posing to be women and others, sex workers or transvestites trying to digitize their domain so I fully understand their predicament.
One guy I chatted up talked about lack of cultural context being the reason behind the dearth in dating pool, especially for men. Being perfectly frank about his own contradicting beliefs, however, he said he was looking for someone he can have a good time with, nothing heavy, no strings attached. Speaking about Narcos and Coke Studio became a regular feature. Some asked for Snapchat IDs to be forthright and verify your legitimacy , others thought it was fair to exchange Whatsapp numbers or a quick Skype chat perhaps even to reassure you of their own identity and if you refused or told them it was too soon, they shrugged it off instead of unmatching you like they rightfully should.
When push came to shove, one guy politely asked if we could remain in touch and I obliged with my twitter handle. Why would such good looking men need Tinder? The answer is simple: Having said that, not everybody has the luxury of having multiple friends circles in the same city. Some relocate after years of studying abroad and are genuinely looking for like-minded individuals. Other are on there just to have some fun and who are we to judge?
Intellectual stimulation was plentiful, meaningful conversations from sociology to psychology, I had a good fix of it all. A special shout-out to this khatron ka sipahi.