Tinder, the popular social dating app that simplifies the massively complex world of human interaction to swiping left/right, can lead to successful relationships. It appears more commonly, now, that many couples got their start on Tinder. However, the trope of the “Tinder Horror Story” exists for a reason. Meeting people who aren’t what you thought or who harass your inbox are a very real thing.
Reddit user, u/me_llamo_greg, wanted to know about the worst ones you had when they asked:
What is your Tinder horror story?
Jumping A Few Hurdles At Once
Went on a date with a girl who had already told her whole family about me, before we even met. And she wanted me to meet them in person on the first date.
Rotten Seeds Lead To Rotten Plants
This was back when tinder first came out and wasn’t quite as known as a hookup app. We met and had a great first date. Second date was even better. Things kept going for about 2 months when she told me she went out with me originally in an attempt for a Dinner with Schmucks type thing where her and all her friends would bring the worst Tinder date. We both really liked each other, but I couldn’t get over how we started.
A Living Nightmare
My roommate loves it, and she’s brought back numerous visitors. Which is fine, except for the fact that the apartment is tiny and we share a room. And also the fact that my roommate doesn’t really care what I end up seeing. And, as it turns out, most guys don’t care about having another girl in the room either–some take it as an opportunity for a for a threesome.
My roommate is my tinder nightmare.
“Wait…who are you?”
This happened a couple of years back. Just recently moved to Perth Australia from the UK. New friend pointed me towards Tinder for meeting girls. Started speaking to this girl, Short, White, Red head who was a geek, like me. Hitting it off really well, after about 2 weeks of talking she was comfortable enough with me that she wanted to meet. We arrange to meet at a Bar in Perth City. I arrive first, find a table and text her to see if she would like a drink. I purchase the drinks and wait, she is running late.
15 mins later an middle age Asian lady sits down at the table and introduces herself as the girl I have been talking to. Puzzled by this turn of events, I show her the picture of the girl I thought I was talking to. She looks at the picture, then at me and goes yes that’s me and starts talking about how nice it is to finally met. Being British, I don’t like to make a fuss, I nod and smile.
I talk awkwardly for a couple of minutes while trying to find the ring tone select on my phone. I press it and pretend to call from a friend in need of help. Say my apologies and run to the train.
Later that night I thought, It may have been a joke or a test. We never spoke again.
Green Light Of Doom
I was recently on holiday and decided I would jump on Tinder to suss out the local talent. I matched with this guy who seemed pretty attractive and we talked for a few days and discussed catching up for drinks which never eventuated. Towards the end of my trip I chatted to him briefly and he explained he was going away the following day but I was more than welcome to come over to his apartment.
Despite having apprehensions about going to a complete strangers apartment in a foreign country, I decided to go. Nevertheless everything seemed smooth when I arrived at his house. He was charming, good looking and talkative. We got talking and one thing lead to another and before I knew it we were making out on his lounge.
Things escalated rather quickly and got hot and heavy and I decided that this was okay as I was on holiday and would never have to see this guy again. Whilst things were in the heat of the moment I looked at his laptop which was located 3 metres from where the activities were taking place and realised the green light for video recording was on.
To say the least things came to a sudden end and the police were nearly involved. I’ve decided to take a sabbatical from Tinder for the meantime.
This Is My… Sister?
So I exchange hilarious texts with a Tinder match for a few weeks before we have a chance to get together…We meet at a pub, and after a few minutes the waitress walks up and enthusiastically greets the guy. They exchange pleasantries, then she turns to me and with a look of horror on her face, exclaims: “You’re not ‘Jane’!!” and turns back to him to ask “Where’s Jane? What’s going on?”. To which he replies “We’re not together anymore”, and the waitress proceeds to launch into a long series of “omigosh that’s so sad…you guys were so good together…I really thought you guys were happy…what happened?”…
He lets her carry on indefinitely and when she’s finished, he introduces me as his sister. I think that was supposed to be a joke, but felt like it could have been a sort of cover up, too…not sure…
So she finally takes our order and leaves us to chat. Sadly, there were no more ‘jokes’ being cracked and the conversation was really heavy, like he thinks the world is past the point of repair and we should all just “etch and sketch” shake it clean and peace out…
On my way home, I thought I should at least give him one more date because I’m trying to be a bit more mature about these things and people get nervous on first dates, etc…He texts that night and the next morning to tell me he had a great time…Then suddenly it’s radio silence and I don’t hear from him for a few days, and then he’s back cracking funny jokes and then out again…Finally get a text saying ‘I didn’t feel a connection…you’re a bright soul…wish you my best…’
Sooo relieved I didn’t have to follow through on my mature thought to give him another chance:)…my spidey senses say he’s back together with ‘Jane’ and that I was used as some kind of jealousy-making bait…
My buddy isn’t the smartest man. He picked a chick up and drove to a motel. They were walking into the room and she says, “I forgot my purse in the car do you mind if I go grab it?” He says, “yeah that’s fine,” and tosses her the keys. 5 minutes later he walks outside wondering where she is and his car is gone.
A Date With The Police
I went on a tinder date with a guy who took me to his favorite smoke spot by a lake.
So we smoke a bowl, hanging out, I’m a little sketched out but he promises that he smokes here all the time and never sees any cops. Sure enough, a few minutes later a cop car comes driving by, the officer smells weed, and long story short we both get arrested.
I never spoke to him again
When The Science Is Off
I went on a date with a guy and the entire time he was talking about how men are superior and how there have been scientific studies to show that “women have an emotional reaction to the color red when they see it”. I wonder why he was single.
Had a great first date, she was fun and easy to talk to and she said she had a really great time and wanted to see me again.
A few days later she sends me a snapchat video of her making out with another guy while flipping her middle finger to the camera.
No idea why, no explanation.
When The Problem Isn’t The Person
I dated someone I met from tinder for a month. Seemed good on paper: masters student, yoga teacher, cultured, etc.
Found out she was doing heroin and didn’t consider that a big problem. I actually had to explain to her the definition of a high functioning addict because she felt that having a job and going to school meant the heroin thing wasn’t a problem. We broke up and she went back to her junky ex-bf.
At Least They Were Honest With Us
Dinner date in Fort McMurray:
She told me “knives are sexy” which I was kinda ok with.
Nope’d out when she got black out drunk over dinner and told me to murder her and bury her in the forest.
Edit: Ok, we dated for 2 years. But then I nope’d out.
Mixing Business And Pleasure
Mine is a little late, and not too scandalous, but I had a guy facilitate a drug deal on a Tinder date. We were at a bar, he excused himself outside (for a cigarette, I thought…), was gone for a while, so, I went out and there he was, chatting with some random dude about drugs. Went on for about two hours before actual contact info and drugs were exchanged. Really awkward and nightmarish.
An Unnecessary Deep Dive
There was this guy, he was a solid 10 in his pictures. He messages me, asks me if I want to meet up for coffee, so I say yes. He messages me and tells me that I have to pick him up… Okay whatever, I’ll do it. I pick him up, and we decided to go eat instead, he’s super funny and cute so we hangout some more after dinner. Then he pulls out his phone and proceeds to tell me that he has a son and his baby momma took of to Washington (but has no idea what part or anything) with him and he hasn’t seen him in months. So he then takes out his phone and tells me to go through a folder on his phone of pictures of his son.
Like 300 of them.
He sat there and made me look through every single one, and he would tell me the back story to basically every single video and photo in that folder. I felt so bad, but man I was happy when he left. That whole date just got so weird after that, he did some more stuff but those are good stories for another time lol
Don’t Let Anything… Linger…
I am a girl so I was always afraid to meet up with people on Tinder because I was worried of my safety. But I finally had the guts to meet the guy who I had been talking to. We will call him *Tyler. So before I met Tyler we talked on the phone and FaceTime just so I knew he wasn’t some axe murderer. I met him right before Christmas break so he came to my campus and we got a bite to eat.
When he came everything was good I gave him a tour of my sorority house. Then we went to the place on campus to eat. After that we went back to the house and watched Band of Brothers in the living room. We ended up cuddling and watching the TV series. As we were watching B.O.B. this weird smell popped up and in my head I was like “what is that smell? Maybe he smokes.” So I shook it off and tried to not let the smell bother me and then it got worse and I realized it was him. I was like how in the world are you going to meet a girl and not shower. Right before he left we did share a kiss it was kind of awkward because he picked me up and put my back against the front door of the house. In my head I was like “dude we don’t have to make out on the front porch WTF” I pulled away we said our goodbyes and he said he wants to see me again, I said “okay” then he left.
After that I kind of stopped talking to him because I was really turned off that he didn’t smell good and had poor hygiene. After he left I showered for the longest time. Even I made sure I showered and smelt good before we met up. So if you ever decide to meet up with someone make sure you shower and take care of your hygiene. No one wants to cuddle or be with someone who smells. And I love a guy who smell amazing… its a turn on.
That Must Have Been A Great Pretzel
I invited a guy to my favorite place, the zoo. It was going well but shortly after arriving, he ate a pretzel and almost bit his tongue off.
He began bleeding for the next couple of hours (YES HOURS) and spitting out blood. I looked at it and half of his tongue was swollen and puffy. It looked horrible. He then “tried” to eat a hamburger and his eyes just displayed the pain. He tried to kiss me multiple times but my ninja a– dodged the mess he had going on. Great sport.. But it didn’t work out
“Dating is too confusing. I’m all done.”
Showed up to the restaurant, waited about 30 minutes. Ordered myself some food and was about to leave when he texted me: “there’s a liquor store across the street from the restaurant, can you pick me up 2 six packs?”
I told him I wouldn’t. He says he’s decided to play frisbee with his dog instead. Deleted app, went to liquor store, picked up wine and went home.
He texted me for a month or so after to tell me he’s just bought tickets to see me dance (I’m a retired ballerina, haven’t been in anything for a few years). Then he texts me an hour after and tells me how great I was on stage. I never responded.
Dating is too confusing. I’m all done.
A Night In The Hospital
My tinder story involves 3days in hospital u/ketsiamalela10h. So i moved to Maryland about 5 months ago. Im originally from South Africa. I’m on a cultural exchange program. Moving here and not knowing anyone isn’t fun. I joined tinder in hopes of meeting people (guys) being shown around and all that Jazz. I mean i had nothing to lose right?! Anyways so I went on a whole bunch of dates. Some were good, some okay and some not so fun. So one Saturday night i had plans but some guy on tinder sent me a message asking if I wanted to hangout. I declined but said I’d like to hangout the following week Friday. That following week Friday I forgot to text him. That Saturday night with nothing planned he came to mind. (Lets call him Dave) so I texted Dave on tinder and said “wanna hangout” he said “sure” we made plans and I drove to his place.
Parked outside his house in DC and from there we took a walk to a wine bar. He was awesome, it was comfortable, conversation was flowing. It was fun. My schedule on Tuesdays and Wednesdays pretty much had me free all day. So we made plans to meet up on either of those days because he was able to hang then. See he owned his own company which allowed him to work from home as long as he had his phone nearby. So the next Tuesday we met up, I drove to his place again. Only this time I couldn’t park on the street because it was midday and I didn’t have a permit.
He said I should park my car at the back of his place but that it would be tricky for me to and I should let him do it. So I did. Next day I showed up again. I drove up to the back, I called him while outside and waited for him to park my car again. He did. Later on we took my car and drove to go buy snacks because we decided we were gonna watch a movie. We come back from the store. I pull up to the parking spot, get out the car so he could take my seat and park the car. I then wait near the parking spot close to the fence and face the opposite direction of the car.
I heard a loud tire sound and all of a sudden this force (The car) backs up into me and pins me to the fence. I’m freaking out, I scream for him to stop. I’m now stuck with this car on me screaming “Somebody help me please” over and over. He comes out the car and says “I’m so sorry my shoe got stuck on the accelerator” He tries to lift the car to free me, with no success. Then he gets help from some guys that were close by. 3 guys lift the car off me while he accelerates to move it forward. I remember sayin something about the exhaust pipe burning. Anyways the car is off me. He carries me and layed me down on the table outside. I’m freaking out, adrenalin levels are sky high. My elbow was busted open i had no clue. 911 gets called and from then on began a very painful hospital stay. I had to share this experience because I don’t really have anyone to share it with.
But I’m happy to be Alive.
Sometimes, Just Awful…
Matched with my cousin.
And Sometimes, The Terror Isn’t What You Think
My Tinder nightmare began on Jan 8 2014 when I started texting with a beautiful woman who I knew was out of my league. I’m a 50’ish Caucasian guy, out of shape, overweight, but otherwise stable and normal. She was a 30 year old Black woman, college educated, stunningly beautiful and very elegant and slender. Nonetheless, after a few days of texting I invited her to join me for dinner at a very nice restaurant downtown. To my dismay she actually accepted my invitation. I was waiting for her at the bar and when she walked in my jaw hit the floor. She was so beautiful I literally lost my breath for a moment. She was taller than me in her heels and was wearing a beautiful short dress with the most amazing legs I had ever seen. She greeted me with a bright smile and a gentle hug and we were escorted to our table. We had a very good date, the conversation flowed, and she seemed to have a good time as well. We decided to continue the date and went to a couple of bars for drinks. Finally she said it was time to go home and, since she had taken Uber earlier, I offered to give her a ride home and she quickly agreed.
All this time I thought that, even though the date was fun, and comfortable, I assumed it would possibly lead to a friendship at best considering the obvious differences. Well when we got to her place we talked for a few minutes more. I offered to walk her to her door but she declined. She then got out and walked around to my door. She leaned through the window and planted a very brief but sensual kiss on my lips. My heart stopped! She then leaned back and smiled. I was able to stammer out an invitation to go out again and she accepted without hesitation. I was on cloud nine! I knew that this remarkable woman would have a profound affect on my life, it seemed pre-destined.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, She and I had been seeing each other nearly every day and I was developing strong feelings already. But, something was wrong. I had a weird nagging sense that she was hiding something. Although she was being very affectionate , something just felt off. Then finally it happened. We were out at a bar together. It was a good time but she seemed distracted. As we were leaving she turned to me and said, in a serious tone, “we need to talk”. I thought, this is it, the differences between us are too much for her and I’m about to be friend zoned. But nothing prepared me for what came next. She asked me to just listen and not say anything, and I agreed. She then started out by saying that she had developed strong feelings for me but there was something that I needed to know about her that might make me want to change my mind about pursuing a relationship. My mind was spinning and so many scenarios raced through my head. Is she married? Is she a criminal? Then I remembered a few day earlier when we were making out and I touched her breast lightly and realized that she had breast implants because it was quite hard. So I thought, is she a trans?
But, as it turns out, she wasn’t but that would have been better than what came next. She looked at me, and with a tear in her eye, she told me that she has stage 4 breast cancer. She was originally diagnosed 4 years earlier as stage 3 and had beaten it back into remission after having a double mastectomy along with radiation treatment and chemotherapy. Now it had returned as stage 4 and she was to start chemo again in two weeks. I was floored! She then stated that she will understand if I wanted to turn and run and she wouldn’t think less of me for it. My response was to re-iterate that I adored her. And I thought she was an amazing woman and if she wanted me to take this journey with her that I would be honored to do so. We kissed and just held each other for a while. Finally she said goodnight and went to her car to go home. I cried all the way home. We had a full amazing year together. I had to go to Japan for work and she met me there in between chemo treatments. She never cried and was always elegant. I learned what the true definition of grace meant. We lived a lifetime in 2014. She died 9 months ago, 15 months after we met. I am a much better man for having met her and shared in her struggle. I love you and miss you so much Genny!