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Scruff though, much like Grindr, is still mostly popular for getting a good old fashioned hookup. Coffee Meets Bagel is essentially a far more slowed down version of Tinder with a couple of other features that set it apart.
Rating: 3.5/5Tinder Tinder is probably the most vapid dating app I’ve ever used, and it’s because of this that it is so much fun to use. Everyday you are provided a match by the app and you either like them or pass on them.
There was one point in my existence where I was on nearly every gay dating and hookup app that existed for the i Phone.
Some I liked, some I disliked, and some I used for longer than others despite the latter.
Now Scruff has largely become one of the more widespread apps used by gay men today. Ok Cupid has all the thinly veiled illusions of dignity that comes with legit dating websites, but with some of the same results of Grindr.
Perhaps they watch on their phones while they’re running, skiing, and hiking.
What makes online dating so frustrating isn’t the exaggeration, it’s that you’re participating in a depressing hierarchy of desirability — a daisy chain of quiet rejection. We have the luxury of being less goal-oriented, the same way we’ve learned to be about sex.
I personally found it to be not very user friendly when I first discovered it, but did admire the amount of detail users were allowed to go into on their profiles. What I enjoyed about Ok Cupid was how it felt more like a social media scene then it did some bathhouse in Hell’s Kitchen.
The app has gone through redesigns and is much more user friendly. Another perk of Ok Cupid’s app is that it has Tinder’s swiping capabilities, as well as Grindr and Scruff’s grid display. Rating: 4/5Coffee Meets Bagel You may have most recently heard about Coffee Meets Bagel because of their appearance on Shark Tank where the app’s founders turned down a million offer.
Accompanying photos occasionally include kids and pets and sometimes are taken in (and of) exotic lands, the point apparently being to make the rest of us depressed about the repetitive, prosaic, embarrassingly local lives we — and apparently only we — are leading.