Dating Profile Red Flags

I mean, I'm the queen of judging boys dating profiles. It's truly, truly one of my all time favorite activities. I've shit on so many profiles on here before, including Hinge Bingo, but more recently I've been really thinking about what things make me automatically swipe left on a profile. The things that I see …

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Hinge Letting You Pick Your Racial Preferences for Free But Not Anything Else Does Not Sit Right With Me

We all know I'm a loyal(?) user of dating apps. Mostly to shit on men, mostly for content, partly in the off chance I meet my soulmate. But the other day while perusing through my profile on Hinge I realized that you could set certain preferences in terms of the profiles you saw. For those …

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Everyone’s favorite blog: Another weird Hinge Interaction

I don't think I'll ever get tired of writing these blogs. Making fun of weirdos on Hinge and Bumble FUELS me. Every time I think I've seen it all, some dumb guy slides in and just destroys everything I thought I knew. This latest entry in the HOF isn't actually as bad as some in …

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Boys: Stop Asking For My Snapchat, Please I Beg Of You.

If you're a girl that likes boys, you've been through the unfortunate cycle that is matching with a boy on a dating app and them adding you on Snapchat. I might sound like a fucking Boomer right now, but I can't fucking stand Snapchat. The only reason I use it at this point is to …

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Celibate and the Suburbs: I Asked Someone Out

Across the journey of this blog, we’ve learned a lot about myself, my love life, and my taste in boys. All of the above aren’t great. Well except for me, I’m great, I’ve been known that. I didn’t get tatted with an I Heart Me tattoo because I thought I was average. Anyways. In my …

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