My Time on Slut Row... Otherwise Known as Tinder

Imagine you're walking down the street, minding your own business when you can't help but catch someone's eye. There he is, checking you out, a tall dark stranger, checking you out. And there you are, checking him out. You smile and get on with your day considerably happier than you were 30 seconds ago. This isn't a movie, this genuinely happens... every now and then.

Now think about that happening to you on an average of 15 times a day. Then imagine that about 5 of these 15 (mostly) beautiful men decide they're going to talk to you. Even the most confident girl would wonder if someone had come along and given them a model style makeover over night... or just a full on face transplant.

Introducing Tinder, where you "match" people based on the fact that you both consider each other bangable. No other info needed, just pure shallow booty call fun.

On a totally experimental basis (I promise!) I downloaded the cheeky new app taking young single adults everywhere by storm.

Day 1: This was a stupid idea, I've been swiping people left like there's no tomorrow, where are the hot guys everyone's been telling me about??

Day 2: So as it turns out, nearly every guy I decide to like, has also liked me. Thanks new profile pic, you're doing well. Apparently all the guys on here are either psychic or massive stalkers because they all seem to know everything about my life and future plans... creepy!

Your Tinder picture is important.

Day 3: Turns out surfers aren't as 'rad' and indie as I thought. Yup, that's right, they're all on Tinder. Also discovered that by syncing Tinder with your Facebook, all you're info is transferred as well, which explains why all these guys have been asking me about New Zealand and journalism. Shout out to Tinder match number 10 for pointing that out for me... but no, I will not sit on your face.

Day 4: I'm an addict. Met up with some friends in town and could not put my phone down. Exchanged a few numbers today (or Whatsapp, or Facebook or Snapchat names). So far so good, thanks for restoring my faith in humanity guys, you're all nice people... Well, mostly! Yes I'm talking about you, Mr Fallen Angel. "Hey, looks like God has lost an angel. Or did you escape you naughty thing" is quite simply not how you start a conversation with a stranger. "Hey, did you know that pineapples don't grow on trees but like individual plants... like cabbages" is definitely a better way to capture my attention.

Day 5: This is getting a bit much, I feel like a top lying adulterant husband, and my friends think so too! I've got my favourites and I think it's probably time to narrow it all down, my ego is dangerous, selfies are occupying my life because apparently I'm sexy, with fabulous eyes (or eggs... my favourite opening line from a guy by far.)

Day 6: Now I'm just a slut. It has to stop. Goodbye Tinder, you were fun while you lasted, but my days are over. Tinder deleted.

It's been a week since I deleted it now and if I'm honest, I think it was for the best. Who needs men falling at your feet every hour a day? I definitely could do without the constant buzzing of my phone.

Over all, its just an shallow, ego boosting booty call all wrapped up in one big sexy app! So if you're horney, lonely and feeling a little down on yourself, give a few guys a like, get chatting, arrange a date and bang their brains out.

Call it what you like, it has it's uses...

Don't want to be a third wheel with your friend and her boyfriend? Take a Tinder date.

Need to get your mum off your back about being lonely and without a boyfriend? Use a Tinder date.

Peace Out, get laid.