Fun With Tinder (or Judging Books by Their Covers)
I would say that on the spectrum of good and evil, I lean further toward the Mother Teresa side of the spectrum than the Mussolini end. My sister is even further towards the Mother Teresa side of things. However, a strange phenomenon happens when we spend time with each other; we become terrible people. I think it’s because of the incredible number of inside jokes that we have or that we know each other too well, we tend to lose a certain sense of correctness in conversation.
So anyways, my family and I were down the Jersey Shore this weekend. We always go get some saltwater taffy and after we got it, my parents decided to walk on the Boardwalk some more and my sister and I headed back to the hotel room, obviously gorging ourselves on the aforementioned salt water taffy (the thing with taffy though, is that even if you want to gorge, you really can’t, because it takes forever to eat just one piece). My sister and I are very close, but since we’re both busy this summer, we haven’t had a lot of time to talk to each other. So, we filled each other in, and naturally, she asks about my love life. Hearing that mine is still fairly non-existent, she decided to take it upon herself to set me up. However, midway through this thought, she literally started cackling and grabbed my iPhone. She went into the app store and, knowing my password, got an app called ‘Tinder’ and linked it to my Facebook account.
Now, for those of you that don’t know (I was one of them), Tinder is an app that let’s you “Like” or “Not Like” photos of random people. The app keeps track of this, and if by chance you both “Like” each other’s photos, you will be able to chat with each other through the app. The long and short of it, it’s an app to hook up with people, with a built in rating game. It is a terrible app, it is also an amazing group game to play.
Needless to say, hilarity ensued.