Never change, ladies of Tinder!
I love, love, LOVE the photo of this crazypants lounging on her messy bed in what looks like a fucking cell block. Pic courtesy of the NY Post.
When Fiona Bloom needed an air conditioner installed in her Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, apartment three weeks ago, she went on Tinder.
The 47-year-old, who has been dating in NYC for the past 20 years, decided to put the app to use after being repeatedly disappointed by the city’s dating pool. “I’ve tried speed dating and all the dating apps, but every time I put my real age, all I get are idiots and losers,” Bloom, a publicist, tells The Post. “I figured, why not make them useful and have them help me around the house?”
“Men are hard-wired to feel strong and be a provider,” she says, noting she’s also used this method to hitch a ride to the Hamptons. “I don’t feel guilty using them for a little help.”
For some, using Tinder as a one-stop shop for handymen has the added bonus of leading to romance.
“I sent him a selfie of me sweating in my room, and he came over like a knight in shining armor,” says Lori of her now-boyfriend, Andrew, 28, whom she met on Tinder in 2014 when she was looking for someone to install her air conditioner. “I think men really like a damsel in distress,” adds Lori, a 24-year-old Greenpoint, Brooklyn-based social media editor who asked not to use her last name for professional reasons.
My vagina is crying with this evo-psych/hard wired bullshit.