On a random Tuesday night in April, loneliness paid a visit to Matthew. He’d been single for two years and was completely content with his bachelor life when he realized he missed having someone in his life, and going on a first date again didn’t seem too bad.
Twenty minutes later, he had downloaded Hinge and created a profile. As the left swipes kept piling up with zero on the right, his thumb suddenly stopped and hovered over one profile. A photo caught his eye, and he made his first-ever right swipe, closing the app and not opening it again.
He matched with me, and I checked out his profile
A notification popped up on my phone from Hinge. I…
