My Mom Controlled My Tinder Account For A Week, And Here's What It Taught Me
I’ve been getting pretty burned out on the whole Tinder thing lately. So much swiping, so many unwelcome nudity-ridden, creepy opening messages, endless conversations that go nowhere, and far too many (ridiculous) propositions. Blame it on being single in a city that sleeps around or just my lack of attention span — but I’ve had an on-and-off relationship with Tinder for a while now.
My mom, on the other hand is fascinated. When I would tell her about another date that didn’t go well, she’d instantly say, "It’s because of Tinder." I can’t say she’s wrong, really, there is a certain amount of anonymity that apps provide, but she’s obviously never used it before — my dad called her on the good ole phone when they dated in the '80s.
So while I was home for vacation for a week in North Carolina, I turned over my account to my mother. After a brief tutorial, I let her take the reigns with swiping and messaging. My only rule was that she had to make every single decision — she couldn’t ask me for my opinion or ask me how I wanted to respond. It was completely up to her.
She quickly became addicted and started calling all of her matches her "boyfriends," and my dad was a little jealous that she spent nearly an hour every single day talking to other dudes. As for me? I found it pretty hilarious and OK, learned a few things too.
Here are the highlights: