You may have seen this article today in the Huffington Post Tech about the new dating app, Hinge. Well, new to Chicago, and that means new to me. Hinge sends you 6 matches a day, based on your larger social media network. So you’re connected to friends of friends who have also signed up for the app.
I’ve been a Hinge user for a few months. I don’t check it all the time, I only have the app on my iPad, and last night I signed on in to look at my daily matches.
So turns out Hinge is actually the creepiest goddamned dating app I’ve ever used.
It matched me with a kid I used to babysit in 1996.
A few notes on that point.
A) I’m not from Chicago. I grew up 3 hours south in a small town. There are maybe 30 people in the city from my hometown. This kid and I grew up a block away from each other. My mother has known his mother since like 1989 when she was pregnant with this kid.
B) My first… serious boyfriend… (first. serious. boyfriend. Get it?) is his cousin. They share the same last name.
So Hinge brings to me the people I know, attempting to be anti-creepy, but actually provides maybe the creepiest match I’ve ever gotten.
AND thus provides the story of my dating life.