Female: Tuesday

"My sociopathic curiosity and appetite for constant validation are fuelled by Tinder's addictive swipe function. I start consuming hundreds of profiles on boring journeys or in queues for a slow barista. Oh, the immediate gratification of having eight suitors when I woke up this morning! Didn't reply to any, but it's nice to know they're out there. Tinder totally complements my lazy and attention-seeking personality. It's as compulsive as moodboarding baking projects on Pinterest: swipe, scroll, drool, click, reload. I keep coming back for more cheap, mindless thrills throughout the day. Could the next Tinderer be "the one"? Do I even care?"

Male: Weekend

After about fifteen minutes, I recognise a friend on it. I swipe her to the right, and we start messaging. We're both surprised to find the other one on there. She comes to the pub and we have a pleasant evening over pints.

Has Tinder passed the test?...

Saturday

I wake up in my cold and blameless bed alone.

One of the things about internet dating is it teaches you nothing if not perserverance. I know that it's imperative I ignore the voice in my head telling me I'm a failure: a man who can't even get a date on an app that's supposedly designed for casual sexaholics.

Almost against my own will, I reach for my phone and start swiping. Left, left, right, left.

Read more: http://www.businessinsider.com/tinder-stories-2013-11#ixzz2kFfba9k8

We're using that Tinder left-right as the model for the PandaWhale mobile app we're developing.

Tuesday Female is right: swipe is addictive!