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