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Tinder: A Story of Shame and Hurt

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I swiped right, and then left. I swiped right again, and then left. I kept swiping, over and over, my finger starting to ache. I was on Tinder, the popular dating app, and I was looking for love.

Tinder: A Story of Shame and Hurt

by Steven-John Tait

5 out of 5

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I had been using Tinder for a few months now, and I had been on a few dates. But I hadn't met anyone I really clicked with. I was starting to get discouraged. I felt like I was just a number, a profile picture to be swiped left or right.

One night, I was swiping through Tinder when I saw a profile that caught my eye. The guy was handsome, with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eyes. I swiped right, and he swiped right back.

We started chatting, and I quickly realized that we had a lot in common. We both loved to read, we both enjoyed traveling, and we both had a passion for music. I was excited. I thought I had finally found someone I could connect with.

We decided to meet for coffee the next day. I was nervous, but I was also excited. I got ready carefully, and I put on my best outfit. When I arrived at the coffee shop, he was already there. He was even cuter in person than he was in his pictures.

We talked for hours. We laughed, we shared stories, and we talked about our dreams. I felt like I had known him for years. I was so happy.

At the end of the date, he walked me to my car. We hugged goodbye, and I felt a spark. I knew I wanted to see him again.

We went on a few more dates, and each one was better than the last. I was falling head over heels for him. He was everything I had ever wanted in a man. He was kind, funny, intelligent, and handsome.

But then, one day, everything changed. He stopped calling me. He stopped texting me. I tried to reach out to him, but he ignored me. I was devastated.

I didn't understand what had happened. I thought we had a connection. I thought he felt the same way about me as I felt about him.

I spent weeks trying to figure out what I had done wrong. I replayed our conversations in my head over and over again, looking for clues. I couldn't believe that he had just disappeared.

Eventually, I gave up. I deleted his number from my phone, and I tried to move on. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I missed him so much.

I went back on Tinder, hoping to find someone to replace him. But it wasn't the same. I couldn't connect with anyone the way I had connected with him.

I realized that I had been using Tinder to fill a void in my life. I was lonely, and I was looking for someone to make me feel loved. But Tinder is not a place to find love. It's a place to find hookups, and that's it.

I'm not saying that Tinder is all bad. I know that some people have found love on the app. But I also know that it can be a very hurtful experience. If you're thinking about using Tinder, please be aware of the risks. Don't get caught up in the hype. Don't think that you're going to find the love of your life on Tinder. Because chances are, you won't.

I'm still healing from the hurt that Tinder caused me. I'm learning to love myself again, and I'm learning to be happy on my own. I'm not sure if I'll ever find love, but I'm not going to give up. I'm going to keep trying, and I'm going to keep hoping. But I'm not going to use Tinder anymore. I'm done with that.

If you're struggling with the emotional toll of Tinder, please know that you're not alone. There are people who care about you, and there are resources available to help you. Please reach out to someone you trust, or contact a mental health professional.

You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. Don't let Tinder get in the way of that.

Tinder: A Story of Shame and Hurt

by Steven-John Tait

5 out of 5