Vamp takes Tinder: Our first ever Tinder dates

Online dating has become a taboo of the past. The new trend is dating apps and they have taken over the phones of many millennials. Tinder, Bumble, Plenty of Fish, OKCupid, Grindr, Her, and a plethora of others are all profiting off young adults wanting to meet people. As the trend continues, more and more people are meeting their significant others online. Can you blame us for wanting to get in on the fun? Whether you’re looking for a one night stand or a lifelong connection, we’ve all tried to find it on Tinder. It turns out the Vamp staff and our contributors have some pretty decent stories of first Tinder dates. The following stories might make you laugh, cry, or even consider downloading Tinder, if you haven’t already. 



Jason* asked me to go for coffee. He was decently attractive, and seemed nice enough. I agreed to meet up with him, but only after discussing my options meticulously with my brother. We exchanged numbers over Tinder and decided to meet later that week.

So when the day came, and I was incredibly nervous. I had so many thoughts running through my head. “What if I don’t look like my photos? What if he hates me? What if HE doesn’t look like his photos? Is this guy a psychopath?” You get the point. I decided if I didn’t go on this date, I probably never would.

It was great, we went to Starbucks and had coffee. He asked me to go for a drive with him, and we listened to music while we laughed and joked about how difficult it is to find cool people on Tinder. I went home and gushed to my brother, and I even got a text from him that said, “Thanks so much for going out with me. You’re really cool. Can we do it again?” For a few days we texted, and he slowly began to fade away. By that I mean, he slowly stopped talking to me. Texts came slower, less frequently, and eventually it stopped all together. If we did text, it would be to make plans and each time he flaked.

Flash forward to three months later. I was on vacation with my family, and I received a text. It was Jason, who simply said, “Hey.”

I was obviously a little mad about being ghosted, so after a few frustrating replies, I blocked his number. He then thought it would be a good idea to message me on Facebook to ask me why I wasn’t replying. 

At this point I’d had enough of him tracking me down when he clearly wasn’t interested three months ago. I basically told him that I was pissed off and that he needed to take a hike. It was disappointing to say the least, especially since I had a real connection with someone who didn’t follow through. 



Apps like Tinder and Her are a necessary evil for gay women. While I’d like to be able to have a meet-cute, in real life it’s really difficult to know when a girl is being friendly or if she’s actually into you. With dating apps the barrier of ‘are you really into me or is this a “girl crush”’ is removed. 

The other issue with women on dating apps is everyone expects the other person to make the first move, so even getting a conversation started is another problem altogether. 

My first ever successful tinder date was a little over a year ago. We ended up going out for dinner together and I told my parents I met her at a show I went to so I didn’t have to explain online dating. 

The date went well and we went out a few more times after that, eventually it ended because we were both looking for something different – her, something more casual and myself something a little more serious. 

Overall, apps like Tinder and Her are probably one of the easiest places to find other gay women in your city. But sometimes you just can’t work up the guts to start a conversation with the girl you match with online. Hopefully you remember her face well enough to start a conversation in real life if you see her at Twisted. 



Recently single and more than ready to mingle, I eagerly downloaded Tinder. I meticulously chose six photos that would simultaneously let my easy-going personality shine through while still giving off a DTF vibe. And let me tell you, it was harder than you would think. After what seemed like hours of editing of my profile, I was finally satisfied enough to begin swiping. 

For a few weeks, playing the Tinder game was all I really did; I felt the power in my fingertips as I decided whether or not the man on the screen was worthy of a left or right swipe. I had been on Tinder for almost a month and I had yet to meet with any of my matches. That soon changed when I matched with Nick*. Nick was charismatic and persistent, so one lonely Saturday night I made the move and invited him over. To my surprise, Nick agreed and was on his way over before I even had time to shave my legs. 

After an urgent shower and cleaning rampage that had me hiding the evidence of my McDonald’s dinner, I sat waiting in my apartment for this complete stranger to come over for a “movie night.” When I got the “here” text my heart started beating a mile a minute and I thought to myself “What the fuck am I doing? What are we going to talk about? What if he’s catfishing me? What if he kills me?” My mind was racing as Nick walked up to my door. The first hello was fairly awkward, but I tried my best to hide the sweat that was forming on my forehead and just make the best out of an uncomfortable situation. 

As we sat down on my couch unsure if we should be touching or cuddling, I started to regret this spontaneous decision. After one scary movie, a couple of laughs, and some probing questions, I started to get comfortable around Nick and was secretly grateful for the infamous Tinder app. Nick and I really got to know each other that night, and to this day we are still good friends. Unfortunately, I didn’t see a romantic future between Nick and I, but overall my first Tinder experience was very successful. After a few meet ups I have come to the conclusion that I won’t likely find love on Tinder, but I have made many friends and if nothing else it’s good place to get some new Instagram followers. 


Let us know about your experiences on Tinder in the comments!
*Names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved and to respect those not out of the closet yet.