I tried to be Tinderella and this is what happened

After hearing about a UNC student’s brave endeavor to venture on seven tinder dates in seven days, I felt compelled to try the challenge for myself. Being single and ready to mingle, I started swiping for Mr. Right.

I gave myself about a week between starting and trying to organize all the dates. At first, things seemed great, and I was positive that finding my Tinder beaus would be a quick and dirty deal.

Swiping outside Stokes

Boy, was I wrong.

I ended up with 5 “serious” prospects, who were for the most part Northeastern students or 25 year old “young professionals” living in the Brighton/Allston area. Here is a quick peak at the eligible singles with which I had the pleasure of making uncomfortable small talk.

First, I swiped right on a cute frat boy who was still on winter break. He was by far the easiest to maintain conversation with, but he was a little eager to get serious, quickly.

Go big or go home?

Unfortunately, he and I were never able to have the date of our dreams, as he headed to school far away before I even had the chance to sweep him off his feet. First strike.

I then encountered a Northeastern student whose greatest pride was his college acapella group. He promised to serenade me in the Boston Commons, but it seemed as though he may not have totally understood me, and I received radio silence soon after a couple strange exchanges. Strike two.

Things went downhill pretty quickly after this one

Another young man from Northeastern also almost made my Tinderella dreams come true, and invited me to stop by his frat at school. The situation seemed a little bit too shady for me to agree to go, and I decided to opt out. Sorry bro, you are going to have to find another date for that formal. Strike three.

I followed by asking for his BMI and calculated that we would probably both die in the process

My next potential future husband was not as suave as the others, and opted for a more direct approach to the whole Tinder game.

He’s got his priorities straight

He didn’t exactly have a way with words, but if you look closely at his icon, I swear the swipe right made some sense. Strike four.

Last, but not least, was a relentless Irish lad who genuinely invited me to go out on a date. Well, he repeatedly invited me over to his house or to bars offering to liquor me up with some home-brewed whiskey. I decided that the date was potentially a terrible idea, and flaked on him at the last minute. Strike five.

Ambitious and determined. Just the way I like them.

After five failed attempts, I decided the Tinder world is not for me. I could not seem to get any of them to take me seriously, and I was tad reluctant to meet these sometimes unsavory characters.

So if you are ever feeling down on yourself, just think about me for a minute and remind yourself that I was unable to convince any Tinder hunks to take me out. Don’t worry though, my mom always told me I had a great personality.

Stay hot, ladies.