Hey, you ok?

Hey, did you swallow a magnet because you’re attractive?

… and here we are again in the middle of the night. Texting with the boys after dark … I might adjust the lyrics of the Taylor Swift All too well song to suit the whole tinder/dating situation a bit better.

My mid 20 are almost over, and every year I can feel the pressure from society more and more. You know, you will not be any younger or prettier or whatsoever. Frankly, usually, I give a zero f*ck about that. But after visiting my grandma, I felt a little unsettled, a little worried for the first time.

Katy, maybe it’s time to find someone normal. Huh? What does it even mean to be normal? Has she meant to find someone ideally from the neighbourhood, build a house, and have a couple of children? (No thanks)
Or has she meant just to have someone who has at least a tiny bit of ability to communicate?

Anyhow, therefore, I log on to tinder again. Yeah, definitely a place to find a good quality husband. Congratulations to those who are lucky enough and never enter this excellent app. Anyway, my previous experience made me think, what if I take all those first lines from the guys and turn them into articles or, even better, what if I start to use them in real life.

Imagine just walking to someone and telling him I would f*ck your brain out. Perhaps the anonymity of the internet gave us the impression we can speak to another human without any basic politeness. Or maybe it`s just a man thing how to show their power over women. Maybe all those disgusting messages are just consequences of our patriarchal system. The boys will be boys politics, and you should be flattered that I said that to you:

You may wonder if all those messages were for me. Yeah, they were and honestly, it’s just the tip of the iceberg. This article doesn’t intend to complain about how f*cked up our generation is. I just wanted to give you a view into the whole online dating scene and maybe provide you with uncomfortable questions: Why do we even have an account on tinder? Is it because we genuinely believe Mr Right will be there waiting for us, or is it just some sort of validation for us? Are we really disgusted by those blunt messages, or somewhere in the back of our heads, we feel flattered after all?