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I still don’t message anyone first but still, so far, 22 have messaged me.
Twenty-four hours have passed and my ‘swipe slut’ ban has lifted, but I decide to concentrate on the conversations instead.
Pros: Once you get over the slight stalker complex Happn instils on you by showing women who walked past your front door an hour ago, matching with users within a 250 meter radius is actually quite handy.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of an i Phone must be in want of a swipe.
Even the ones who don’t know when to use capital letters or the difference between there, their and they’re.
Even the ones already giving me three virtual kisses (playaaaaaaaaaaaaa).
You're chatting to a twig You try and spit a verse and end up fracturing your ribs And I don't wanna judge, you're on a lot of drugs And yeah I know there's one thousand ways to hold a grudge But me I'm trying to speak, you're just trying to preach My ears about to stab itself and drink a pint of bleach You're talking to a child, I'm talking to a dwarf With 5 drops of acid in a nice warm sauce But you're doing what you can, I'm doing what you can't You're stuck being who you are, my whole crew's who you aren't Backflipping to the past I'd return with a gun You'd return with a badly drawn picture of your mum You're staring at my crotch, I'm try'na have a cotch Spent the last 5 hours staring at my watch Man I just wanna leave, you just wanna grieve I'm long past hearing about the shit that you believe See I turn up to The Shoobs, you turn up in a bush Last seen suckling the virgin in the woods Man I just wanna lounge, you just wanna scrounge I got a pair of creepy little eyes I can gouge And I'll hand 'em to you, have a chat with your crew I bowl around free, you're entangled in glue Gluey hands of a nonce, you're banned from the swamps I'm try'na cook an egg, you're a cancerous ponce I'm living on the edge, you're living in a hedge I'm try'na make an album, you're try'na make a wedge I'm calling you a chief, you're calling the police I'm trawling in the street and you're absorbed in the mystique I'm working for myself, you work for someone else You watch the world turn while I watch the world melt Shut up!
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So, to prove I’m really not picky I decided to swipe right to EVERY man on Tinder for a week. It’s like having a bodyguard who puts a hand on unwanted suitors’ shoulders and says ‘the lady said no’. As I drive to work I hear several little pings meaning new messages and feel a mixture of pleasure and guilt. Still, I have 43 matches and seven messages before 9am.The USP: Gives you the chance to tell your friends (rather than strangers) that you want to sleep with them.Pros: There is a strange thrill in being able to 'swipe' that acquaintance you've always fancied, asking them for a date (up) or telling them you want to sleep with them (down). Cons: It pulls in every single woman who happens to be your friend on Facebook, even if they haven't joined Down yet (your cowardly come on will be waiting for them if they ever do), making it rather pointless.Not only will premature matting give the ball an uneven rolling surface, it will inhibit the proper amount of infill needed to ballast the putting green.I have personally installed hundreds of putting greens and found that the infill material’s granular size is very important for ballast.
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On the plus side, I never message men first, so maybe swiping right on them all won’t make much difference. I get up early and spend a good half hour swiping right to, among others, two tattooed body parts (no face pics, just arms and shins), three football logos (I don’t watch sport) and a cute guy with a leopard (okay, he’ll do). TUESDAY In keeping with the ‘swipe right’ mentality of the experiment, I reply to all the messages I get this week.