We’re well aware that dating in Istanbul can sometimes feel like astrophysics, so we’d like to bring your attention to an app that you all probably already know and some of you already use: Tinder.Some say that Tinder was created for ONS (for those who don’t know – that’s short for one night stand), but that’s not Tinder’s sole purpose in Istanbul to say the least.He said he’d call the next day and he did so around 3pm. We were both sober, he was still boring, and I didn’t have the stomach for his detached conversation or sloppy kisses. That night when we first met he was smelly as well but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and hoped that it was because we had been dancing and sweating for a while.But if he still smelled after walking out of his office, it was a no go.They never bothered to ask me out – all they seemed to want was someone to talk to.And it was then that I began realizing that I too was desperately trying to fill the void of my ex – the one whom I loved deeply and the one who broke me in such a way that I never imagined I could rebuild myself again.Yet sitting on my couch and talking intimately with strangers got boring after a while. I went to meet him post-dinner simply because I was too nervous to sit through an entire dinner with a stranger and his friends. And I kissed him back not necessarily because I found him attractive but mostly because I wanted to erase the remnants of my ex, which I thought would happen when I kissed someone else.So when a 39-year-old decent-looking man asked for my number after a brief conversation, I gave it to him. One of them turned out to be a super rich macho guy who ordered one champagne bottle after another and a truly dumb yet totally good-hearted blonde girl who was convinced that we were headed for disaster because we were going to Taksim, which apparently for her was a very dangerous place. I know, it doesn’t make much sense, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I still wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking for in Tinder – I had no intentions of getting emotionally involved with anyone and I had no desire to have sex with random men either.Imagine being on the Hacıosman-Yenikapı metro line and looking around for a man that you like.You might come across someone you find attractive at the Şişhane stop but only if you’re lucky.Yet I was still in a dial-up state of mind when chat rooms first came to be as a replacement for pen pals, not yet realizing that I was dating the 21 XX profiles and XX matches later, I was yet to go on a date at the end of my first month on Tinder.Most of the men I had matched with were drowning in loneliness and living on the verge of depression.
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