She’s 26, with a scalpel-sharp wit, and her photos approximate my real-world tastes more than any Tinder woman so far

She’s 26, with a scalpel-sharp wit, and her photos approximate my real-world tastes more than any Tinder woman so far Things get weird fast. While waiting for Michelle to respond, I instigate conversations with both Ashley and Lori. This is the digital equivalent of hitting on a woman at a bar while the woman you’ve been hitting on is in the bathroom, a tightrope walk the analog me would never attempt. “Nice forearm stand,” I write to Ashley, a woman of striking cheekbones and auburn hair, who in one photo is doing the classic yoga pose, a cup of tea by her side, the newspaper spread before her, as if to convey that this is how she spends most mornings. Over a six-week period, most of my Tinder-to-reality experiences follow this narrative arc: the...