In a fit of madness, boredom and pathetic-ness, I created a Tinder account last night. I wanted to see if there were more choices of datable women than what was on Hinge and Bumble.
My Tinder experience was short lived. Three hours later, I deleted my account.
Here’s what I noticed that was different with Tinder:
- The user profile was much more limited. A few pics and a line or two of text. Bumble and Hinge profiles had the same number of pictures, but tried to “add personality” with more place to write about your preferences, hobbies, family, job etc.
- I saw some of the same people on Tinder that were on the other apps. I guess we are all looking for someone who is not showing up in these apps.
- There were more “sketchy” profiles which I suspect were catfishing, scammers or trolls.
But the oddest of all was that I saw a bunch of (what appeared to be legitimate) profiles of people with crazy eyes.
Crazy eyes are open a bit wider than normal. People with crazy eyes tend to be hyperactive. I find a lot of them to be interesting, invigorating and exciting.
These people are usually manic. Or insane. Or both.
They are high energy. They can be quite funny and unconventional.
But I can always spot one.
The people I knew with crazy eyes have included:
- My boss at a large corporation. He was one of the most charismatic leaders I ever met. But he was also caustic, explosive, caring and committed in ways that drew many people in and repulsed others.
- A schizophrenic guy I sponsored in AA. He saw shadow people and talked to them when he was off his meds. He was intelligent, worldly and insane.
- Employees who worked for me. A man with anger issues. A woman with rage and relationship issues.
I would never date anyone with crazy eyes. No matter how interesting and attractive she appears, I am well aware of the cauldron of lunacy boiling just behind those eyes.
So in addition to Tinder being overall unappealing, seeing the crazy eyed women sealed its fate for me.
In case you are wondering, below is what crazy eyes looks like.
Wiggles had spotted a large deer munching on some weeds behind my fence. Wiggles went ballistic, trying to scare the deer away with furious barking and lunging. She was at Level 10 (as Caesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer would say).
When I went outside to see what the commotion was all about she turned and looked at me – with crazy eyes.
