It cuts out all the nonsense and pretence of online dating. It's like browsing through an Argos catalogue of ladies, or shuffling through a deck of female top trumps. I am amazed my potential mates are so shallow - but flattered to be suddenly so bombarded with requests I almost can't keep up.
I show a male friend the app, just to explain how it works. I end up with a choice of five for a date on Friday night.
Women compete on sex appeal and on the promise of exclusiveness (faithfulness), with the goal of getting a man who will provide material resources.
Men compete to amass material resources, with the goal of getting a good sex partner.
Third, White women are likely to approve of interracial relationships for others but not themselves, while White men express more willingness to engage in such relationships personally, particularly with Asians.
However, neither White men nor White women are very likely to actually engage in interracial relationships.
She tells me a hair raising story about accidentally flirting with two brothers through Tinder at the same time. It turns out she has another date later on that evening - I'm merely one in a parade of meet-ups.
She loves Tinder, and homes in on the secret of its popularity: it's the first dating app that's better for women than men, because it puts them in control.
He immediately starts riffling through my possible matches. It's only after a small amount of conversation with some of my matches that I realise my i Phone thinks it's in Texas.
It's far lower than what I'd expect on a normal dating site.
I sign up to Tinder, the hottest new thing in online dating. I'll be the first to admit I'm not the most handsome of men, but surely there are some women who like the look of me out there? She takes one glance at my profile and immediately comprehends more about people's behaviour on Tinder than me. She searches through my pictures for more flattering ones and we replace the bio with a witty one-liner.