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Tinder is working on a new iteration, Tinder Social, for groups of friends who want to hang out with other groups on a night out, rather than dating.
This makes sense for a relatively fresh business determined to keep on growing: more people are in relationships than out of them, after all.
Once I had an introduction I was fine, but it’s that first step. I met Louisa (ditto, name) outside some notable church or other one evening while visiting on holiday (Tinder tourism being, in my view, a far more compelling way to get to know a place than a cumbersome Lonely Planet guide).
It was designed for women in their 20s and 30s to find not love, but friendship.
When I arrived at the appointed meeting place, she told me I was far more handsome IRL (“in real life”) than my pictures suggested.
I was flattered and full of praise for the directness of continental Europeans but also thought sadly to myself: “If only the same could be said about you.” Anna and I became friends, at least for a while.
But on the plane back to London the next day, a strange thing happened.
Before takeoff, the woman sitting beside me started crying.
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I assumed something bad had happened but she explained that she was terrified of flying. We wound up holding hands through a horrific patch of mid-air turbulence, exchanged anecdotes to distract ourselves and even, when we were safely in sight of the ground, a kiss. The lines between sex, love and friendship are blurrier than ever, but you can be sure that if you look closely at the lines, you’ll almost certainly notice the pixels.