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My Dignity, Please

How Tinder Ruined My Reputation

By Nicole J. Levin

While people are in the business of suing Tinder I would like to issue a formal complaint of my own: Tinder irrevocably tainted my reputation. And, yes, I still think that I have a reputation to protect.

You see, for as long as I remember, I have been telling people that I don’t use Tinder. But, as I just found out, it turns out I’m a liar: let me explain. 

I first got Tinder in February 2013, but it was strictly for informational purposes. And, yes, I know this is what everyone says. But I have an article to prove it. 

However, I quickly realized that having the Tinder app might send the wrong message. That message being that I use Tinder. So in March of the same year, I deleted my profile. 

Or so I thought. 

A recent event has led me to believe that I never actually properly disposed of the profile. 

It was June 2014, the summer solstice, and a friend was telling me about a Tinder date. Due to the combination of caffeine and extended daylight, I was persuaded into downloading Tinder. 

So I got the app, but once again, not for actual dating purposes. I downloaded it ironicallyand I realize, that at this point, the term “ironically” might be devoid of all meaning. 

Now usually when you download a dating app, you have to fill out some generic questions, reveal some generic credit card information, and disclose  your ideal height and gender. But for some reason I didn’t have to: my profile was already complete.

I probably should have found this suspicious. But instead of worrying about identity theft I took the fact that all of my photos were already in place and that my height was already entered with a margin of error of 18 inches, as a sign that the Tinder gods were on my sidethe man harvest was upon me. 

I really should have been suspicious that the upper age limit for men was set at 37but hey, who was I to question the plans of the Tinder Gods. 

So instead of questioning, I started swiping. 

And everyone was a match. I mean everyone: The guy posing with his dog, the dog posing without his guy, the 34-year-old that looked 50. Every single person that I approved of, instantly approved of me back. Hundreds of men, all in a matter of minutes. The floodgates had opened. 

But after matching with three dozen more profiles, I begin to question my allure: No profile is that swipeable, even a 6 foot 7 brunette. 

Although I recognized that it might have been possible that everyone was mistakenly swiping for my good looking friend, who is seen hugging me in photo number two, the chance that hundreds of people were all interested and active on Tinder during the two minute window that I had a profile seemed slim. 

And that is when it hit me: my profile was never deleted. 

My app was gone, but the photos of me, my age, and my location, were floating around in the cloud this whole time. All of my matches had already approved of my profile, weeks, maybe months ago. 

I was like one of those pregnant girls who doesn't realize that she is on MTV until a baby pops out. Except instead of a newborn, I just had thirty unrequited “heyyyys” from men in a ten mile radius. 

And the worst thing about this whole situation, was not Caspar, who asked if I would sit on his face, but the fact that my reputation was ruined: I was a long-term Tinder user. I had a dating profile, and I had it non-ironically. 

So I deleted my Tinderfor real. But I still fear that it was too late for me. Who knows how many boys and old men saw my profile for a split second before passing on to the next six foot brunette?

So I write this, not just as a justification for why I had a Tinder, or as a plea for reparations, but also to warn the populace. Don’t pretend like you are too good for Tinder. If you think you are, you probably just didn’t realize that you still have the app. 

And if you are going to download the app for investigative purposes, make sure to actually delete it.

Nicole J. Levin ’15, an FM editor, is a government concentrator in Dunster House. Her column will appear every two weeks this summer. 

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