Available on i OS Ok Cupid is definitely more of a dating site than a Tinder alternative, but it’s made strides lately to be everything for everyone, and it shows.
The new Quickmatch system operates almost exactly like Tinder, giving you the opportunity to swipe left or right, while also providing a match percentage based on questions answered by both of you and details of your profiles.
To see someone else’s photo, you’ll have to decide whether you like their fact or not.
It’s still easy enough to be superficial, but it gives you the chance to put your sense of humor and (hopefully interesting) personality right out front.
It only took me two days to come up with my interesting fact, which is “One time I got my hand stuck in a jar of organic peanut butter.” Pretty great, right?
I didn’t hear anything back on Loveflutter, I assume because of the meteoric rise of peanut allergies?
If you’re hirsute, or you’re into that, look no further.
The feed is populated with a nigh-endless selection of those with an active interest in facial hair, often a sticking point in early relationships, especially with a guy like me, where the beard comes as part of the package.
Available on i OS Bristlr isn’t as much about dating or hooking up as it is about connecting people.
It won’t ask too many questions when you first sign up, but it is the first time I’ve had the privilege of checking a box titled “I have a beard.” If you have facial hair, sign up to find people nearby looking to tenderly stroke it; if you don’t have a beard, use it to find the nearest one.
Feedback is critical to making sure that this kind of open and responsive system works to the climax of its efficiency, so those who don’t show up to play are quickly thrown out of the game, and off the app entirely.
It’s like walking into a bar, sitting down at a table, planting a flag that says “I’ll go home with you – no talking,” and then throwing a cold stare at everyone you don’t want to sleep with.
If it doesn’t work out, that’s okay, there will be another bagel tomorrow, and hopefully the day after that too, until you’re so sick of looking at bagels who don’t want to hang out with you that you swear off breakfast for a week.