Where can you chat to slags without sighning up
Could this explain why none of the 22 have asked me out yet?
Then I flirt with a ‘left’ who looks like he’d strip your church roof of copper if you left him alone with it for five minutes. Later, reading the flirty messages from a guy 11 years younger than me, I actually giggle for the first time in about three years. Unless I can find someone who does exactly the same commute, then we can shag on the train or something. So, to prove I’m really not picky I decided to swipe right to EVERY man on Tinder for a week. It’s like having a bodyguard who puts a hand on unwanted suitors’ shoulders and says ‘the lady said no’. As I drive to work I hear several little pings meaning new messages and feel a mixture of pleasure and guilt. Still, I have 43 matches and seven messages before 9am.On the plus side, I never message men first, so maybe swiping right on them all won’t make much difference. I get up early and spend a good half hour swiping right to, among others, two tattooed body parts (no face pics, just arms and shins), three football logos (I don’t watch sport) and a cute guy with a leopard (okay, he’ll do). TUESDAY In keeping with the ‘swipe right’ mentality of the experiment, I reply to all the messages I get this week.As such, because of the widely accepted practice of courting, men in Toronto seem more apt at making the first move.Generally, if you are out somewhere and making hot bedroom eyes with a dude, he is more than likely to attempt and strike up a conversation and hopefully ask you out. The men over here are hopeless at making the first move; I don't know if it's some weird cultural thing that hearkens back to the middle ages, but dudes over here seem completely oblivious.