My roommate abandoned me for some guy on Tinder

My roommate recently downloaded the Tinder app, which, for those that are not familiar with it, is like the guilty, raunchy version of eHarmony. You download the app on your phone, create a profile and begin to “play” by either swiping left if you don’t like a person based on their looks or swiping right if you do like them. Also, they can do the same to you.

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard of it. However, it is the first time the app itself has affected me or someone I know. In this case, that person would be my roommate.

I began to notice something was going on when she became even more attached to her phone than what is usual for her. She’d laugh at random moments and constantly be moving her thumbs rapidly across the keyboard of her iPhone.

I wasn’t sure what was going on with her until I asked who she was texting.

“Some guy on Tinder,” she said.

At this point, I thought, “Tinder? What?” and then I remembered the app that made easy hook-ups even more simple and accessible for college students. I couldn’t believe she was using it.

It took her a couple of days to meet a guy and invite him over to our apartment. Needless to say, I was surprised by how quickly their acquaintance had moved from the online app to living room introductions that went something like this: “Guy meet Alexia, Alexia meet guy.”

Why is it necessary for young adults to meet people on apps (not even a website) in order to find someone to either hook-up with, date or just text. What happened to the organic way of meeting people?

I get it, we’re generation X or Y or the millennials, whatever label you want to use. We’re the generation of people that are super savvy at technology and making technological innovations. We’re the generation that will find a way to create [insert highly advanced technology here].

My point: How did it become normal to meet random people through your phone and invite them over to see if you like them or not?

The outcome of the night was my roommate deciding she didn’t like┬áhim. It took her a few hours and him a bottle of red wine and a tub of cookie dough. Now, she’s working on finding the next Tinder guy.

I’m curious: Would you ever get a Tinder account? If you have, what have been your experiences?

 

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I have no idea what to write about…

And the worst part is that I think writing in a blog is kind of…cliche, for my generation at least. It seems everyone has a blog or wants to write a blog these days, and while it is something that has interested me, it’s always seemed like a lot of work. I can’t even write in my own journal, for pete’s sake! How am I supposed to manage and keep up with a blog? But, I guess it helps if no one’s reading it and there are no commitments like posting once every week, although that is something that I hope I can at least do.

So, topic of conversation today is roommates and why you can and can’t live with them.

Recently, I’ve been experiencing a change of heart when it comes to my roommates. This past year has been a year of drastic change and growth, something that I’ve had to get used to, and I’ve realized that while living with roommates can be good in terms of having company, it can also affect personal space on a more emotional level. Why emotional? Because everyone needs room, once in a while, to breathe. To just be. To think clearly without the clutter that constant company brings. I’ve never lived by myself, but it is something that I am constantly dreaming about, something I can’t wait to experience. I’ve heard so much about how people learn more about themselves when they live alone. Plus, there’s the perk of decorating your apartment exactly the way you want it without taking into consideration anyone else’s input. hehe.

The truth is, I’ve experienced many things this past year that have hastened my ascent into adulthood. I feel older than I did a year ago, and I’m struggling to get along with people that are not yet as mature as I am. Not to say that they are immature. They are still only 19 and 20 and as mature as you can be at that age. I just feel like I’m 25-years-old. I’ve lost what little interest I ever had in partying and drinking, I can’t help but steer clear of those two combinations.