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Tinder and the Dawn of the "Dating Apocalypse"

It's a warm night in the city's financial district and, at a bar that's a sports bar, Stout where everyone is on Tinder. The tables are packed with young ladies and guys who've been searching for deals and money at Wall Street all day, and are now seeking hookups. Everybody is drinking, looking at their screens, and taking swipes on strangers' faces who may have a sexual encounter later in the evening. Maybe not. The others smirk, but not even looking up. "Tinder sucks," they claim. However, they aren't stopping swiping. In a booth behind three attractive twentysomethings wearing button-downs enjoy a drink. They're Dan, Alex, and Marty young investment bankers working at the same financial institution, that has hired Alex and Marty directly to the Ivy League campus. (Names and some other identifying information have been changed to suit this article. ) If asked if they've planned dates using applications they've been swiped at, everyone says that they haven't had one date however, they say three or more: "You can't be stuck in one lane ... There's always something better. "If you had a reservation somewhere and then a table at Per Se opened up, you'd want to go there," Alex says. "Guys view everything as a competition," he explains in his calm, confident voice. "Who's slept with the best, hottest girls? In these apps for dating according to him "you're always looking. You can chat with three or two girls at an establishment and choose the most desirable one or swipe hundreds of individuals a day. The amount of data is bigger. You can set up at least two or three Tinder dates per week, and, most likely you'll be sleeping with them all and have 100 girls that you've shared a bed with over the course of the course of a year. __S. 16__ Dan and Marty and Alex, who are Alex's roommates at a high-rise apartment close to Wall Street, can vouch for this. Actually, they are able to identify who Alex has shared a bed with over the last week better than Alex can. "Brittany, Morgan, Amber," Marty says by counting his fingers. __S.20__ __S.21__ "She works at--" He reveals the name of a prestigious art auction house. If asked about what these women have in common, she sneers. "I can provide the following resume but that's it ... Work at J. Crew and is a senior at Parsons and junior at Pace and works at finance ... " "We don't know what the girls are like," Marty tells us. "And they don't know us," Alex says. Alex. However, the absence of intimate knowledge of his potential partners poses a challenge in the way of physical intimacy, Alex says. Alex and his friends are of the opinion that Alex that he is an Tinder King who is a young man with the skillful "text game "--"That's the ability to actually convince someone to do something over text," Marty says. He can lure young women to join his bed based on some text messages, but also letting them know right upfront that he's not looking to have an affair.

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