Yes, There Is A Science Behind Dating (Apps)

Yes, There Is A Science Behind Dating (Apps)

Why it is scientifically OK to not receive a message, or reply to one

Business Insider.

This makes the app Bumble so popular. Bumble is a dating app where the women are the only ones who can send a message first. This gives women more opportunities to have control when it comes to dating.

On top of this, Bumble gives users the option to upgrade to Bumble Boost, which allows users to see who has already swiped right on them and narrow down the searches.

Tinder has a similar feature called Tinder Gold where users can see who has already swiped on them. It also allows for unlimited back swipes, meaning if you accidentally swipe left, you can backtrack and swipe right.

Another feature to Tinder Gold is the “super like,” meaning it lets the other person know you have a really high interest in them and hope to match.

More recently, women began putting the phrase “no hookups” in their bios. This is because, in the past few years, apps like Tinder and Bumble have become places to find hookups. Tinder became the source of the “Netflix and chill” meme because that is how the hookup approach went.

For those who are looking for friends, Bumble has an option for that. There is a specific setting on Bumble called Bumble BFF and it’s where users can find other users that they would like to become friends with. There is a third setting called Bumble Bizz, and it is a setting where hiring businesses look for potential employees.

We all have probably had a few Tinder or Bumble conversations end in awkwardness and embarrassment. It’s important to keep in mind the different reasons people on dating apps have profiles and what their intentions are.

Only seven percent of male matches sent a message while 21 percent of women sent a message first, according to Business Insider.

To My Family When I Come Home

I’m kind of an adult now, so I’m going to need you to be patient with me.

Start Creating

Poetry On Odyssey: Plastic Stars

I get lost in the fluorescent lights and feel for you, a ghost that isn’t there.

Wash the sin in the bathroom sink,

The dread is spreading, just pretend it’s red ink.

Remaining still in bed for days,

Counting plastic stars on your ceiling,

You showed me your scars and how they were healing,

I did not realize I would soon become one…

Years passed, and we did not last.

I threw you to the wolves and ran away,

From the pain I couldn’t bring into the light,

Even though I knew you would help me fight.

Sun rays seep into the empty room,

The dust spins in the air, creating images of despair.

Now I’m too old to tell you how I felt,

Yet the taste of your lips still haunts my mouth,

I remember how you would tell me you loved me, and I would laugh it off,

Too afraid to come to terms with what hurt.

I lay still counting plastic stars in my room,



Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *