(Just kidding: dating apps are probably just fine for finding lasting relationships.) Either way, sorry regular humans... Invitees are allowed to “nominate” another person to join the Tinder Select ranks (yes, that’s really what the process is called), but that nominee can’t extend the same courtesy to anyone else — it’s just one hop.
Visually, Tinder Select has its own style with navy blue color accents replacing the pinkish orange interface that us common folk see.
reports that for over six months, the company has been quietly (and very slowly) growing what it calls Tinder Select, a version of Tinder that a source described as exclusive to “celebrities and people who do really well on [regular] Tinder.” It’s not a completely separate app, but rather a separate layer of the core Tinder app that the chosen ones can toggle on and off at will.
says that the existing pool of users consists of “CEOs, super models, and other hyper-attractive/upwardly affluent types,” which sounds like a miserable, artificial hellscape if you ask me. Something tells me absolutely of these people are among the million-plus users paying Tinder to improve their odds of a match, companionship, and reprieve from life’s emptiness.
Tier 4: An individual you are not physically attracted to sexually, but you consider them a friend.
Tier 5: A lagoon creature who should never see the light of day.
You buy his clothes, clean his house, fix his dinner, rub his back, listen to his hopes, his dreams, his fears, his goals. You have access to stuff other women can only dream of getting their talons on. You spend endless hours texting "No, I love YOU more! He's so comfortable, if your relationship were a waterbed, he'd refuse to get up. Your marathon viewing of Sex & The City is interrupted by your male friend calling you at 11pm. You want to pound his face into pie because you don't understand why he's with her.
In return, you will be provided for, sheltered, protected, adored and respected above all other women..his mama. ", you keep your roommate awake with your incessant giggling other noises and your co-workers are sick of hearing about "Mr. But because you've loved him for so long - you guys practically shared the same formula bottle - you'll let him come over and literally cry on your shoulder.
That is the idea fuelling the rise of dating apps like Tinder, Truly Madly and Woo, who are banking on young, mobile Indians in tier 2, 3 towns in search of that significant other.One Xmas, my sister got airline tickets from her boyfriend for a trip to Italy.I was impressed with the gift, but my sister had a lukewarm reaction.He shows you off to his mother, to his friends and everyone else he deems important. The phone rings and you have to announce to EVERYONE in earshot that it's your boyfriend calling. OK maybe he's not that old, but you certainly won't be carded on the honeymoon, should one ever happen.Every gesture, every breath and every facial expression is devoted to making sure every man in the radius of 500 miles knows you belong to him. Nothing is more blissful than totally crushing on someone and knowing they are crushing on you back. He's out with his buddies and you call, putting a mouse-eating cat-grin on his face, as he proudly shows everyone at the bar your face on his caller ID. You both are comfortable in your unmarried status but you're uncomfortable at his level of comfort. Only a man would compare wreckage with the ultimate bonding adhesive. Odds are she used to be your best friend – they both used to be your best friend and now every time you see her, you envision stomping on her throat with your stilettos.