Her friends smirk, not looking up.“Tinder sucks,” they say. At a booth in the back, three handsome twentysomething guys in button-downs are having beers.They are Dan, Alex, and Marty, budding investment bankers at the same financial firm, which recruited Alex and Marty straight from an Ivy League campus.So I was stoked to discover that Hanna's research led her to conclude that women aren't being victimized by delusions of feminism and the men taking advantage of them.
Even better is that the discount is good for the life of the account.
So if you’ve been thinking about switching from your current carrier to T-Mo, you may want to do it soon.
It’s a balmy night in Manhattan’s financial district, and at a sports bar called Stout, everyone is Tindering.
You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day—the sample size is so much larger. Crew; senior at Parsons; junior at Pace; works in finance …
It’s setting up two or three Tinder dates a week and, chances are, sleeping with all of them, so you could rack up 100 girls you’ve slept with in a year.”He says that he himself has slept with five different women he met on Tinder—“Tinderellas,” the guys call them—in the last eight days. ”“We don’t know what the girls are like,” Marty says.“And they don’t know us,” says Alex.