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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.
“There have been two major transitions” in heterosexual mating “in the last four million years,” he says.
“The first was around 10,000 to 15,000 years ago, in the agricultural revolution, when we became less migratory and more settled,” leading to the establishment of marriage as a cultural contract.
The tables are filled with young women and men who’ve been chasing money and deals on Wall Street all day, and now they’re out looking for hookups.
If I were ever in a court of law I could point to the transcript.” But something about the whole scenario seems to bother him, despite all his mild-mannered bravado.
FML Today, my coworker and I were written up after we dropped a glass table, which shattered and left us with big cuts on our hands and arms.
We weren’t written up for breaking the piece, but because a nearby customer heard us both swear in pain and reported us.
FML Today, I volunteered to tend bar at a friend's charity event.
I was called incompetent and had a drink thrown at me for stirring a martini instead of shaking "like they do in James Bond".
Dan and Marty, also Alex’s roommates in a shiny high-rise apartment building near Wall Street, can vouch for that. “She works at—” He says the name of a high-end art auction house. And yet a lack of an intimate knowledge of his potential sex partners never presents him with an obstacle to physical intimacy, Alex says.