Using Tinder for me is like eating a MacDonald's. It's something I do often but hate to admit to, however seek to it for some feeling of comfort or joy (that little air punch you do when you match with someone that doesn't look like a shoe)... then eventually having that feeling of guilt set in after my fast food flirting bender.
Call me old fashioned, but I still like to believe that the best way to meet people is in the flesh. It can be pretty fun to chat to randoms on Twitter or the blogosphere, but when it comes to forming deep, personal relationships, I just don't think you can get a proper feel for a person unless you've met them. I've been told I don't belong in the 21st century.
Being literate and enjoying full sentences can be something of a barrier on Grindr. While all those little avatars of six-packs claim to be erudite grammarians, it seems nobody is safe from that dreary "hows u??" or "heyyy mister". So when I hear that magic ping and see a headless torso wishing me "a very good afternoon, handsome" I am intrigued, interested.