Tinders and Bosses

Tinders and Bosses



Hello and happy Thursday. Raise your hand if you’ve had an awkward Tinder experience. I’d certainly need to raise both hands and both feet, and you’ll see why in today’s post.

I originally was going to talk about one awkward Tinder experience, the most recent one, and then I realized that I had two stories I could tell you today, so why not just do it? Like the title says, yes, it involves potential and former bosses, but I assure you, nothing inappropriate happened.

The first story takes place in the magical city of Berlin, where men think it is okay to text an unknown woman asking her to peg them. I was pretty disappointed by my lack of online luck in this city that seems to be oozing hot men. Still, I was doing what I did when I was bored: swiping on Tinder. These men were indeed very hot, but they lacked something for me to really give them my swipe of approval, you know? No profile was standing out to me, that is until I found L’s.

If I were to describe L, I’d say he is the German version of Jason Momoa. Tall, pale, and handsome. He was the CEO of an afterschool I worked at in university and a few months after I’d finished my subjects and was awaiting graduation. To clarify, I was working in Colombia. That’s where I met L. And even though L was super hot, I think I was way past the stupid crush stage at that point and didn’t really care for him. We had a heart-to-heart before I left that company to work at a school, and after that, I didn’t see him again.

I then found out that soon after I’d left, the company completely changed and L, among other foreigners, had left as well. I had heard from someone that L was in Mexico, but I didn’t confirm this information because I wasn’t really interested in reaching out. During my summer in Berlin, I found out that we were actually in the same city. How do I know? Because I was swiping on Tinder, I found his profile. I took a screenshot and sent it to a friend who knew him and she said I should totally swipe right. I didn’t, not because I didn’t actually find him yummy or because I wasn’t curious, but honestly I was a bit afraid of the awkwardness if we matched (or my disappointment if we didn’).

Nothing was as awkward as what happened to me a few months ago. You know that I have been active on online dating apps for years now, but I have been able to separate that with other aspects of my life, such as my job. Sure, sometimes I will find someone I know on Tinder, but I’ll just swipe left and carry on with my life. There are some profiles that belong to people I don’t know but that become memorable.

I remember this profile of a very white guy that said: “my name is J, and I am from Chocó.” Now, Chocó is a department in Colombia that is mostly black. This guy was clearly a foreigner and thought that his joke was funny. I thought it was plain dumb, so I swiped left. This didn’t stop me from remembering him. Also, I’m pretty sure I saw him on Tinder and Bumble, so double the effect.

I clearly remember this tagline because it literally was the same introduction a guy gave me…at a job interview. I kid you not. The guy who would be my boss approached me, shook my hand, and said: “hi, I’m J and I’m from Chocó.” I don’t know if he recognized me the way I had him, or if maybe he saw in my facial expression that I knew him from somewhere, but I can tell you, from the beginning, that interview went to shit.

Something that you probably don’t know about me is that I sweat a lot. I don’t mean that my armpits sweat, I mean my face, my palms, my back, the back of my knees. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s not pretty. Guess who opened the waterworks at the job interview with J, the Tinder guy? I don’t know if I went on first-date mode or what, but I could tell that I was failing miserably. Of course, at that moment I thought how awkward it would be to actually get that job and have that guy as my boss. I would have been forced to delete my Tinder and Bumble accounts. Yes, those are the things that go through my mind.

I ended up not getting the job and I think it was for the better, but at least this whole mess resulted in a funny story to tell you. Has something similar happened to you? Let me know in the comments below.

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila


Tinder Social Experiment

Tinder Social Experiment

Ebook (1).png Hello and happy Thursday. The year is almost over, and so I want to reflect on a little something I did a few months ago, before I decided to delete Tinder from my phone. Let’s get started, shall we?

First, let me be clear; it’s me we’re talking about, I wasn’t going to do something too crazy or dangerous, especially when it came to strange men. My social experiment consisted of looking at all my matches and texting “hi” to all of them and see what would happen.

I set some rules for myself to ensure that the experiment could go right and become post-worthy, so for example I decided I wasn’t going to unmatch any guy after I’d texted in the first place unless 1) he expressed that for some reason he wasn’t interested in talking to me, and 2) he was rude or offensive. Over the course of the experiment, I didn’t “like” any new guys, just the group I started out with.

This one guy replied right after I texted, and asked me what I was doing. This was a Sunday night, and you know what teachers do on Sunday nights: we sleep. I’d been out with my family watching “It” and the only thing I wanted to do was getting bed and text random guys. I told him I was getting ready for bed, and he said that sucked because he actually wanted to ask me to meet that night. Cool, dude, you clearly didn’t read my bio, where I stated that I’m a book loving, makeup obsessed, tattooed TEACHER.

This other guy replied while I was talking to guy number one, and said something about him looking for a girlfriend to take to Montecarlo, which sounds weird as it is, so I wished him good luck and unmatched him. That’s why I created rule number one; I’d had matches for quite a while so some of them might’ve been far away from me at the moment I texted.

There was this other guy who replied “hi” back over the night, but just that. Like, I know I wasn’t giving him a lot to begin with, but come on, he could have said something else, make it a bit easier to have a conversation.

After a week or so, I unmatched everyone, and then the following month I deleted Tinder, but that had nothing to do with this experiment or the app itself. Have you done your own social experiment? Tell me about it!

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

My Tinderventure in Cartagena

My Tinderventure in Cartagena

Hello and hAnnouncement (2).pngappy Friday. As I was writing my previous posts on meeting foreigners in Cartagena, I was debating whether I should include one last story in one of the posts or rather make a separate one. I decided to write a post exclusively on this story and also make it like a “thing”. Let me explain: I’m going to talk about a particular experience of mine using Tinder in Cartagena, and maybe in the future I can tell you more about some other of my Tinderventures.

I’m pretty open about using Tinder. My family and friends know I use it, but then again I don’t take it as seriously as other people do. I’m constantly downloading and deleting the app on my phone because I get bored easily. I mean, Tinder requires some effort looking through pictures and actually deciding whether you like a guy or not, while other apps like OK Cupid (I’ll talk about it in another post soon) allow you to be less active and still get people to send you messages, you know?

If you don’t know, probably you’ve never tried Tinder. It basically goes like this: you’re presented with people’s pictures, according to your gender/age/location preferences and you swipe left if you don’t like them and right if you do. If they like you too, then it’s a match, and what that means is that you can actually chat with the person. You can not talk to a person you haven’t matched with or with a person who either unmatched you or you unmatched (this is also cool because it’s happened to me that I swipe right only to realize I don’t like the guy that much).

I use Tinder mostly when I’m traveling because it’s a good way of meeting foreigners, which given my recent posts you know I love. What I’ve noticed is that Tinder is still sort of taboo among Colombians, so even if I match with a Colombian guy, he won’t talk to me. Americans are super into Tinder and I feel like they use it way more casually, but that might just be my impression.

On our last night in Cartagena, which was a Tuesday night (I talked about it in my last post), we spent a while at a gay bar and I was getting tired and also super bored but I really wanted to go dance, so took out my phone, opened the Tinder app and started looking through my most recent matches. I sent the message “Hi. Are you in Cartagena?” to four or five guys, and one replied almost immediately.

I knew the guy was hot, or at least cute for my standards because I’d seen his pictures, and I know some people can lie or whatever, but it’s not like he started talking to me without me really liking him, you know? I was sure that if we met in person I’d be alright with the way he looked. Basically the way I think in these cases, even with Roman and the cute foreigner from the previous nights, is that I could perfectly make out with them. And, in my books, if someone’s alright to make out with, then he’s alright to talk to and hang out with.

Joe, the guy who replied to me, was going to have dinner with his friends and then dancing, so he asked me what my plans were. I told him I was going back to Getsemani, which was a ten-minute walk, so we sort of texted back and forth for a while, just sort of planning when and where we’d meet.

At around 12:30 we ended up meeting in front of the church at the town square (I know it might sound romantic but it was actually super casual). I was with Sebastian and he was with two friends, so we just sat there and talked for a while. By then I knew we weren’t going to go dancing or anything like that, but also people were leaving the town square so it wasn’t as fun to stick around for long. Sebastian and I left a few minutes before 1 am and I think Joe and his friends did too. It wasn’t this super sexy moment, but it wasn’t awkward or anything, as Tinder dates sometimes are. It wasn’t even a date, really, we just met to chill and talk, and my little Tinderventure did make my night more interesting.

Have you met anyone via Tinder? How did it go?

Happy Friday,

Love, Miss Camila