Tinder and the mushroom effect on love

Note: the facts have been reported by users of this application and enhanced for greater impact, of the text, of course.

It is 9.30 a.m. on a monday and Rita hears the sound that already became familiar in these 2 days of using this dating app.

Since Saturday-at 15.17-anxiously refers, that she has been exchanging messages with someone that swiped her picture to the right.

In the profile there is a photograph of Torre de Belém, another with a movie quote, another with “Rita” from the far and another one with “Rita” wearing sunglasses. (Sunglasses are the new LBD)

At first there were only the first two, but she wanted to find out if a personnal touch would change the wave os failings and deceptions of real life. (So, on saturday there were only two pictures, that reproduced to four on sunday)

(image: https://www.elo7.com.br/placa-tinder-it-s-a-match/dp/6E10AA)

On the other side, photogenics and eloquence personificated…

Jorge. Rita was not very keen on the name, but, well, maybe it wans’t even his real name… Or to come followed by a Miguel. Or Jorge was maybe a family name… from generations across generations… If only…

Rita says that when creating the account, the first time a few months ago, she first felt like looking through magazines at the hairdresser, it helped to pass the time but at the same tima she felt bewildered how some people exposed themselfs that much, whem others (like her) kept hiding. How did it work? For Rita, it did not work and she ended up deleting the app. Until Saturday.

In real life, in real time, nothing happens, and how could it be different in Tinder? The truth is that they were being.

Conversation began warm. Where frailties and past relationships are uncovered. Or just ended a few hours ago, in Jorge’s case. That unfolded in explanations, little chivalrous, as of yet with a warm bed, he was already rendered to a new, but so different, so beautiful, so genuine love.

Yes, love, as Tinder is the future time. Of spontaneous love (mushrooms!), sincere, without measure. No space in long days. The time when you are getting started, it is already getting over.

Rita tried to keep undisturbed conversation, but it seemed like Jorge wasn’t even reading what she wrote. It almost seemed thay he was writing to himself (mushrooms!), that he was self feeding the conversation, not needing Rita’s responses. Rita tried to go over her day (…mushrooms!) and Jorge wanted more. Jorge wanted everything. Jorge wanted to travel, plan everything with Rita for the 20 years to come (mushrooms!). And Rita no longer managed not to give in to such charm. To that love, if we can call it “at first sight”.

André was more or less like Rita. He had begun talking a few days ago with Maria. Maria had also made the usual promises of love … she would bet all her chips, all in everytime. She needed food, similar to a vampire. To hear things, to say she as never felt before so much enthusiasm for someone, how was it possible there, already… (mushrooms!)… but only a day had passed and Maria was bored with André,she had enough with his bank life and bank days and bank colleagues… And between left and right swipes, behold, the eyes shined yet aganin. Manel. Photographer. With photographs of Paris and New York. Modern.

Maria got around with André, well, like someone who got along with it and also, Manel wasn’t in the equation yet…

Manel, there he said something. With some lack of accents and without h’s where they should be, but wel(l), you cannot ask for perfection … Maria had her head in the coulds (mushrooms!). Maria likes the feeling that the “falling” gives her. It was a fleeding love (another). Manel? Hardly! He’s had enough of crazy chicks that sucked him dry. But he is not to miss the chance of…meeting.

I was supposed to meet again with Rita and Maria a few days later.

Rita is enthusiastic, even if in the last few days it was the fourth time someone promised her everlasting love and vanished without any trace. She told me she’s running out of terms of endearment by which she adressed love. She had enough with the app, but there she lingers, hoping to achieve better luck.

(imagem http://www.lojaestrutura.com/Placa-Moldura-Tinder-Dupla-It-s-a-Match/prod-1898382/)

Maria, she left the app after driving Manel insane. She lacks patience for the unbalances of pretty boys. Living in the hope she can go back in time for the usual love. Drained out. But full of memories, of which half she can’t remember, the other half was violent and the other the best thing in life. (Yes, 3 halves, that’s how Maria’s head work).

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