Sexting With a Tinder Spam-Bot, Things Get Weird

Photo: Courtesy of Jeff Wilser

I get the Tinder match at 7:30 a.m. She initiates the communication: “heya.” I reply back with some uninspired banter. (In my defense, I hadn’t had my first cup of coffee.) Her next response triggers my Spidey sense; I’ve seen the “hey… have we chatted before?” line from a different profile, and suddenly, I wonder if I’m talking to a hairy 52-year-old dude who’s eager to poach my social security number. I clicked Tinder’s “Flag/Report” button and selected the option “Feels Like Spam,” but it didn’t end there…

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So it's safe to say we're not quite living in the Spike Jonze future of intuitive operating systems worth dating.