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This post originally appeared on VICE Canada.As a single, 20-something gal, I've been on my fair share of dates.Great dates, horrible dates, dates where I wished that the bar stool I was sitting on would open up and suck me into a black hole, far away from a brutal conversation. What has perpetuated this revolving door of eligible (and not so eligible) suitors? Well that, my friend, is the seemingly endless proliferation of online dating apps like Tinder, Bumble, and OKCupid.For those in major cities, there's already a sense of anonymity and seemingly infinite possibility when it comes to seeking out potential partners. Every stop on the subway provides a new influx of attractive humans, and that's just during rush hour on a Tuesday. However, for a city of 2.6 million, the social scene in Toronto can seem surprisingly small: It's rare that I match with someone with whom I don't share at least one mutual Facebook friend. So when Tinder and the like came along, they brought with them an even more exciting sense of the unknown, opening the doors to a larger pool of horny strangers, ready to wine and dine, park drink, and (hopefully) fool around.But what about people who live outside the confines of a major city? For those in small towns or suburbs, finding people to bang is a lot harder when you've known most of them since birth. And when you already know, and have dated (or had a friend date), much of your community, what value does an app play in increasing your dating pool?Using Tinder in small towns is just not that common. We've all heard the stereotype—those living in small towns tend to get married young, have babies young, and settle down in an affordable house, complete with mortgage, dog, and an retirement plan, leaving them out of this new and rapidly growing culture of dating apps.That being said, there's still a smattering of young folk partaking in these digital dating dens, and from them, I learned a hell of a lot about what it's like to live, work, and date in a small town. From incest to adultery, these brave individuals have seen it all, and their stories are equal parts unnerving and, unsurprisingly, entertaining. People seem to cheat (a lot), and correspondingly, forget that these apps are open to the public. And if you have a large extended family that all live nearby, you might want to think twice before swiping right at all.I am a realtor here, so my face is on enough stuff already that I don't need it attached to people/potential clients passing judgement on my night moves. If my face/ass is up on Tinder, every high school kid with a fake age Tinder profile and their divorced dad will put it together with my real estate ads. Like almost every small Ontario town, I live underwater in a misogynist conservative mainstream, and their ding-dong judgements will fuck up my business if they don't like how I peacock for romance online. So when I'm at home, I really can't have Tinder on my phone. I could totally change my profile to a super watered down version of my full-spectrum (not professional) self, which my dream man would most likely swipe right by. So what's the point? Sadly I don't think I'll find love/sex out here because almost all I see on apps are guys who are really into muddy ATVs or mediocre fishermen with medium-size pikes (and I throw pikes back). Mix it up a bit dudes.It's also not too great running into a married high school bud, having to try and suss if they're in an open relationship and are pissed that I didn't swipe right, or hoping I don't out them for being on there during a quick convo at the Canadian Tire gas pump.Using Tinder in Barrie (the nearest "Big Town") is definitely interesting, especially when you know that person has a significant other. That happens quite a bit—because it's a smaller town, everyone knows everyone's business.It's also weird when you match with someone and then see them at a bar, because there's only like five bars here, and it's pretty much bound to happen. Once I matched with a guy who is a good friend of my friend Justin (which I didn't know at the time). That same night, Justin comes to pick me up to hang out, and Tinder guy is right there in the front seat of the car. As if that wasn't awkward enough, Justin decided to stop at Mac's and left us alone in the car together. We didn't say a word to each other the whole time.I met my last boyfriend on Tinder, and he wasn't from my hometown ,so that raised a lot of questions about how exactly we met. At first, I was just telling people the truth that we met on Tinder, but he was a lot more embarrassed and wanted me to lie. Eventually I had lost track of who I had lied to. One time when I was drunk, one of his friends asked me how we met, and I said we had mutual friends, without really thinking it through. His friend asked who he knew in my hometown, and I couldn't think quick enough, so I just said I didn't know. There was an awkward silence until he said, "You met on Tinder, didn't you?"
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