My colleague Rebecca here in New York is a treasure trove of Tinder experiences. She once matched a guy called Jim on the app. He was 51, photographed standing next to a BMW. The conversation went as follows:
Jim: Hi
Rebecca: hi
J: hi
[Okay, that's odd, thinks Rebecca. But what the heck.]
R: hi
J: hi
[Rebecca decides not to respond. But a few minutes later he writes back.]
J: hi
R: hi
J: hi
R: do you plan on saying more than hi?
J: nmw Lpn wwm
J: a lot more
[She never responded to that. After a few more futile 'hi's, Jim disappeared too.]
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