It’s your typical midtown Manhattan happy-hour crowd: Groups of co-workers with buckets of beer, a family of tourists and a couple at the bar enjoying the tense chemistry of a successful-looking early date.It’s loud, the Yankees are playing the Red Sox and the doors are pulled back to allow the unseasonably cool summer air drift in from 32nd Street.It wasn’t the best date she’d ever been on, but not the worst (this is New York after all).But at first mention of her support for President Donald Trump, her Tinder match mentally checked out.“I could tell after I said that that he just wanted to get out of there and I thought it was surprising, especially since he said he leaned a little more right anyway,” this woman said.
Since the beginning of the year, I started noticing a new dating profile.
Flicking through Tinder, in the interest of immersive journalism, I kept seeing a biography specific to 2017.
The photos were interchangeable: the look-at-me-with-my-niece-I’m-good-with-kids shot, the body-shot, and the look-I-visited-Machu-Pichu shot.
(I’m starting to feel like I missed the Groupon for that trip).
However, under the photos, a trend in descriptions was emerging.