Tinder is a disaster, which is a conclusion I came to after spending roughly two seconds on the app before immediately realizing I couldn’t do this. I think the problem is that I have a type when it comes to men, and that type is fictional. (As for women? I’m fine either way. They can be real or imaginary. That’s up to them.)
You’re with me on this, right? Let’s just put all our cards on the table and agree the world would be a better place if Tinder was beset with the likes of Aragorn and Mr. Darcy.