Halftime Hangover

Last night was brutal. I'm pretty sure at the end of the AFC Championship game, all of New England let out a collective sigh. Is this what we get for giving Billy Cundiff such a hard time last year? Is Gisele to blame? Would we have won if Gronkowski, Fletcher, and Edelman were in the mix? Too late to question now because Joe Flacco, Dennis Pitta, Anquan Boldin and the entire Ravens defense brought their A-game last night. Not saying I'm happy about it, but what can you do? I hopped off the 'Bitch & Moan' train about five minutes after the game was over. And believe it or not, I'm still looking forward to watching the Superbowl in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, us Bostonians still have the Celtics and the Bruins to entertain ourselves.

The combination of the Patriots loss and the discovery of Tinder have left me wildly unproductive on my Monday off. I'm still trying to decide whether Tinder is genius or creepy, but I can say with absolute certainty it's definitely entertaining. Tinder is allowing us to do things on our phones that we would have done in public anyway: make snap judgements about people based on their appearances. Now the other people just know about it. (If you like them that is). I've noticed a couple of trends after the past hour of Tindering. First, the guys with the shirtless pics are usually the ones with the best bodies. Like. Wish that could be said for their personalities, but we can only hope. Names ending in 'ie' or "y', usually end up producing a guido candidate, i.e. Bobbie, Ricky, Jimmy, Benny. Skip. Group pictures are the worst. Some of the guys are hot, some aren't. And then as you click on their other pictures, you're sitting their crossing your fingers that the hot guy all the way on the right is "Matt, 26". Most of the time it isn't though. Of course.

I have seen more of my guy friends on Tinder than I thought I would have. These are quality guys, who have some serious game that I have seen first hand. So what the hell are they doing on Tinder? Is it the curiosity factor? Or, maybe we're all bored with our circles of friends and are looking to branch out? Regardless, I skip over my guy friends. No need to creep in your inner circles. Then, I wonder, how many of my girlfriends are on here? What are some of the trends guys are noticing? It's like the straight male side of Tinder is a total mystery! I want to know how these guys make quick decisions whether to like or skip. Give me some insight gentlemen!

Hair, smile, age, location? Shed some light...

Tinder is like that kid who played the middle man in elementary school running back and forth between you and the person you thought was cute. "See that girl over there? Do you think she's cute?" Then the kid would come running back to you and ask if you thought he was cute. If you said yes, you were automatically dating. Oh, if only life were as simple as it was in grade school. Looks like Tinder is making it pretty damn close.

'Til next time,

A Babe In Boston