So, I was sitting at a bar – I’m starting to realize that too many of my stories start like this – with a girlfriend, and we got talking to the bartender. Twenty-something, from New York, seemed reasonably normal.
After some light, polite chit-chat, I disappeared to “powder my nose” and when I came back, my fellow female was ON TINDER. For shame. Naturally, this sparked a huge debate between myself, the traitor and the bartender on “Tinder etiquette.” Somewhat unsurprisingly, this also provoked the slightly annoying/ slightly amusing question (from bartender), “Do you guys have Tinder in Ireland?” Eh, yes. We also have cars and televisions and wireless Internet – wild!?
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