By Rapmusiq Christmas night after a lovely day spent with close family friends I took the plunge. I joined Tinder. That’s right, the shady, hook up, cliché dating site. The very same one. I did it on a whim. A challenge, of sorts, from my close sistah friend who joined the site a few weeks prior. She joined to get over her ex. She told me, “It’s really not that bad. And it’s not just for hook ups. You just have to be very clear in your profile about what you want. Look at all these Tinderoni’s I already got.” Intrigued by the notion, I laid in bed crafting the perfect profile statement. After selecting 3 distinct photos of myself (in different places in the world and two with leg just for good measure); I settled on this brief yet informative bio: “Crazy, sexy, cool. (Yes, that’s a 90’s r&b reference) Driven, goal oriented, and somehow still fun. Love to chat music, arts, and politics. Divorced, no kids. Not interested in random hook ups.” I swiped for weeks, full...