I had my first encounter with Tinder three years ago when I was at a bar with my best guy friend.
While I knew he never had a shortage of women to go home with, I didn’t know his latest ploy was finding them on an app that selected and located them for him.
I love him dearly, but like most seasoned male Tinder users, he’s had his heart broken from time to time, causing him to fall straight into fuckboy mode — attractive and charming, but only looking to get one thing.
I felt sorry for the girls he swiped with because, if they fell for him, they would have no idea who he really was.
I’d been out of the single game so long being married that, when I got divorced, I was amazed at how girls could just put themselves out there with their bathroom selfies, tits showing and duck face in full-effect for any random stranger to gawk over.
It was like an open invitation to either get screwed or screwed over.
After my friends begged me to get back out there and back online, I decided Tinder was the way to go because I wasn’t necessarily looking for a relationship, but just something else — anything else.
I was in fuckboy mode myself, needing a distraction from being hurt and spending all of 2016 as a semi-side chick who was promised a change that would never materialize.
I was reluctant to do it because I felt like I was contradicting myself. After everything I said and made fun of with my guy friends, there I was with a bikini photo and a car selfie.
Of course, I kept my class and remembered I’m a mommy, so my profile said something like, “I’m not into games” and “Looking for someone with good intentions.”
Looking for someone with good intentions? Really Marcey? On Tinder?
I may not have known what I was getting myself into, but I knew I would get something out of it, and I did. Here’s both what I got and the hard lesson I learned about what some guys expect from girls using Tinder: