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22 people share their Tinder horror stories.

22 people share their Tinder horror stories.


Tinder wasn't the first online dating app but it was the first one with the primary purpose of helping people meet each other for sex, and not much else. What could go wrong?! A whole lot, it turns out.

Someone asked Reddit: 'what is your Tinder horror story?' These 22 people share stories of when swiping right went very, very wrong:

1.) From McConnells_Neck:

It ended up being a double date with his mom and her OkCupid date. He told me that he and his mom were a 'package deal'. I was mortified and there was no second date.

2.) From sciamoscia:

Not me, but I worked as a bartender for a while and heard a lot of horror stories secondhand.

This one girl who was a regular came in and told me about an awful tinder date she had. Not sure of the specifics, but it wasn’t bad enough for her to not bring him home afterward. He leaves the next morning, she brushes it off as a one night stand, and a few days later, her debit card gets declined.

Odd, since she is a bartender herself at a fairly busy place in our city and is good about saving and usually flush with cash. She goes to check her debit card, turns out there were a bunch of charges at Best Buy, Grubhub, a bunch of other stuff. Curious, she checks her credit card too.

There she found a bunch of charges for streaming services. Netflix, Hulu, sling, everything. She goes to confront the guy and finds out he deleted his profile. But she remembers a friend they had in common on Facebook. She reaches out to the mutual friend to try and track him down and it turns out he did the exact same thing to that mutual friend.

Not sure if what the outcome was but she was out for blood after a mediocre hookup turned into a serious case of identity theft.

3.) From DarthNightsWatch:

Sexted with this really hot girl after matching for about a day, and she starts getting all kinky with me. She then tells me she’s actually a guy trolling me. I said “joke’s on you cuz im bi.” He unmatched

4.) From Transformwthekitchen:

I went on a tinder date a couple months ago on a sunday afternoon. Met up with the guy around 3, he had a really good energy and was funny and complimentary. The place we wanted to go had a long line, so we went to another restaurant on the water for a drink and appetizers. He started slamming down Mai Tais.

I had one, he had 3. They were STRONG. Like, I was tipsy borderline drunk off of one. The bar had a 2 mai tai per person limit, but he found another bartender to get his 3rd. He got drunker and drunker and started telling me he loved me, joking at first but getting increasingly serious.

As we left he asked me to marry him, I kind of laughed it off, and was like “maybe we take it slow, we just met each other.” He got so mad he stormed off and left me on a street corner. Then as soon as he got home (it was 5 pm) he started texting me “come over.” And “I miss you.”

He was 43. Wtf.

5.) From synonymtoastcrunch2:

He told me he's not gay but he prefers to have sex with men and prefers to be on the bottom. I asked if he was bi and he said 'no I'm straight I just like getting f*cked in the ass.' And then he asked me if he could pee in my butt cause he's always wanted to try it but he won't top guys so he can't find out how it feels.

He's the head football coach of a private college in my state and that made it even weirder somehow

Edit: Just wanna add that I'm a woman and not a gay man at all lmao

6.) From ChristineNoelle:

I went on a date with this guy who I didn't really have anything in common with but thought I'd give him a shot anyways. We met up at a bar and he had already pounded two pitchers of beer but was completely sober (at least from what I could tell).

We hung out, talked, and although he seemed nice enough, I wasn’t quite feeling it. I wanted to leave but he convinced me to go to another bar to get one last drink. Seeing as it was only about 8pm I agreed to one more drink.

We were sitting at the bar and a couple was making out next to us. He looked at me and asked what I thought people in the bar would do if he and I started making out. I knew where this was going…I tried to laugh and make some joke about no one paying attention. He then insisted that we should makeout.

I nervously laughed and told him that wasn't a very good idea and excused myself to the restroom. I came back to the seat and he had a shot waiting for me and insisted I drink it - no shot for him, just me. I declined and he got really upset and said he was ready to go.

At that point in the evening he had consumed 2 pitchers of beer, 4 margaritas, and 2 more pints yet displayed no sign of being intoxicated. Nonetheless I knew there was a lot of alcohol in his system and asked if he thought it was a good idea for him to drive.

He got extremely defensive and said he was fine - we exited the bar and he took off in the opposite direction. When I got home I texted him just to make sure he was ok because had had so much to drink. His response? “I only date girls I f*ck on the first date.” Dodged a bullet with that one.

7.) From Atticus462:

Found a profile using a picture of me that was obviously ripped from my Facebook account. Come to find out it was my ex-wife trying to stir up drama and problems between my current wife and myself. A single friend of ours texted me a screen shot of it.

My wife is an intelligent woman and didn’t fall for it. This became a Horror Story for my ex because this among other shady things she had done landed her with stalking charges and identity theft charges. Sucks to be stupid.

8.) From Allison314:

I messaged a girl who wanted to meet up, so I go out to the coffee shop and she's not there. I ask her what's up and she totally admits to being a dude catfishing me just so he could check me out in public, and goes on a rant about what a shame it is that I'm a lesbian because he'd totally f*ck me.

I feel like the creepiest part for me was that he never once tried to get nudes or anything, which I'd at least understand the effort for, he just wanted to stare at me in public.

9.) From geewhizitsanxiety:

Not me, my dad. Not tinder either, it was

My Dad had been on match for about three months with some success (he’s a tall Australian man who’s decent looking so he had some interest).

One weekend he got sent his first “nude” which he thought had strange, but brushed it off. Later that week he got six more nudes from the same woman. Before he blocked her, he decided that he would open them just for kicks.

Five of the pictures are just straight up vag shots (which he said were incredibly unappealing and had terrible lighting). The sixth picture however was something different.

The woman was standing in her bra in front of a mirror, puss out, winking, with a bunch of herbs shoved in her bra. Basil, parsley, thyme, all that good stuff. The caption on the picture was “spice rack”.

She was swiftly blocked after my dad stopped laughing long enough to find the block button.

10.) From areyoureadyreddit412:

I've been waiting for the right thread for this..

After a movie date with a guy I met on tinder, we came back to my place. We'll call him Dude. I told him we could hang for a bit but I have work in the morning so I would need to go to sleep soon.

Dude said that was fine, but he was hungry and he was going to order food. Ok sure. Dude orders 2 large subs from PotBelly and a milkshake. Downs it. No judgment, he's 6'4, 210 lbs, younger still growing, by all means. I didn't think anything of it until later...

We end up messing around a bit and fall asleep in bed. I wake up to my front door opening and closing several times over a 5 minute period. My dogs are going nuts, and it's 1am. What the heck is this guy doing??

I open the door to my room that opens up to the rest of my apartment and my bathroom is to the left where the light is on and the door is wide open, I walk around the corner to make eye contact with Dude who is in a squatting position over my toilet, with a stick, poking around in murky brown poop water that is milimeters from overflowing onto my bathroom floor.

Horrified, he yells, ' Stop looking at me! Go back to bed! I have it under control!' I'm still waking up trying to understand what i'm seeing and what's going on, and I just start nervous laughing I don't know what else to do. He yells, 'Why don't you have a plunger?!?'

And I said I don't know I never needed one until now!! He tells me to go back to bed he has it under control, i'm so disturbed, tired, can't process what's happening and have work in the morning I go back to bed. I remember hearing him peek in my room a bit later and heard, 'I fixed it.' and then heard him leave and my door close behind him.

The next morning. I hesitantly approach my toilet to find the water is down. But there is something poking out from the bottom of the toilet like he didn't get it all. Upon further inspection, what I was seeing was the tip of a stick.

Some gloves, towels and BBQ tongues later I pulled out approximately 3 foot of stick from my toilet that had broke off, followed by several other stick fragments. Dude had broke several sticks. I heard my door open and close so much, because he was going outside to look for a stick, one would break, he'd go get another.

Dude had left drippy poop water stains all over my bathroom floor. He also left my apartment soo fast, that he left his underwear, and undershirt and socks...

After work that day, I went straight to the store and bought a plunger.

Lesson learned.

TLDR; Guy from tinder ate a bunch right before bed, took a huge poop while I was asleep, woke up to him trying to plunge the toilet with a stick he found outside.

11.) From casedice:

Started talking to this guy, exchanged numbers, everything was completely normal and we hit it off. He had a good job, we had similar interests, and he was really good looking. He asks me out for drinks, we go, talk for a couple hours, have fun.

We continue texting and he asks me to hang out at his place the next time. I go, his place is normal looking, no red flags. We start talking, he’s drinking, and he gets super paranoid out of no where.

He tells me he did a background check on me and then asks me if I am aquatinted with a specific person he must know somehow or have trouble with. I say no, and he continues asking me questions about this so called person with which he never says a name.

He then tells me he has killed someone before, and then asks me if I’m wearing a wire on me. At this point I was trying not to freak out, which I did a pretty good job of. I continued to play it cool as we talked. He kept telling me how much he liked me and that he liked me so much that I should just leave.

He said this to me about 15 times. “I like you so much you should just go” something along those lines. Eventually I took it as my way out and left before he could think twice about what I was doing.

I got to my car which wasn’t a far walk from his front door and I remember saying “Jesus Christ” to myself before driving away quickly. About five minutes later he called me and couldn’t believe I left. He kept asking me if I trusted him multiple times and I finally got him off the phone by saying I had to work early and go to bed.

I only answered because I was trying to break it off easy so he didn’t do anything to me. He called me again at five that morning which I didn’t answer. Never heard from him again after that. Thank god. Thanks Tinder!

12.) From amijohnsnow:

A chick said she was having a “work party” at her house and I should come over. It’s byob, so I bought a 6 pack for myself. Went to her place and noticed more than half of the people were younger (17-18, while I was 21 and the girl was also 21). Then they gathered everyone in the living room and proceed to talk about the job.

Turns out it was one of those pyramid scheme recruiting gatherings. I just sat there drinking my beer (only one drinking) for 2 hours because I thought it was rude to leave because they were telling sob stories and saying how much this “job” had helped them. Sat there listening to some “head of the group guy” saying how we can make millions in a short amount of time.

Saying bullshit like “you see my bmw 3 series out front? That’s a company car that you can drive around in, if you do what we do”. It was sad because they where trapping low income teens that are deciding not to go to college and to join them. After the pitch, I pretty much had enough and was preparing to leave.

Then the girl came up to me and asked “what I thought” and I just said it’s not for me and I’m leaving. She asked if I wanted to take my beer and I said they needed it more than I did.

Two or three weeks later she sent me a text (unfortunately we exchanged numbers) asking if the “head of the group” guy can call me and ask me questions on why I’m not signing up and how I thought the group session went. I didn’t reply but sure enough the dude called me and I politely said it’s not for me but he kept pushing.

Finally I had to tell him to f*ck off. And that was the end of that. Never went to “work parties” for a tinder date again. It was a complete shit show and if it wasn’t for the beer I brought or the tinder dates dog, I would have just left.

Looking back on it, during the pitch, the “head of the group” guy said at one point “if you’re not interested in making a million dollars, you can just leave, no ones stopping you”. I really wish I stood up, chugged my beer and said “f*ck this shit, you guys are all stupid and no one should be joining , you will ruin your lives” and walk out. But that’s just a day dream I have in the shower.

*edit- words and stuff And thank you kind strangers for my first awards!

13.) From greenneckxj:

Chatted with this girl for about two weeks. Every conversation went well and eventually I got her number and she started sharing nudes and speaking dirty. Late on evening after a stressful work day she talks me into driving an hour to come get coffee with her.

She spends the next hour and a half non stop talking about her ex and how she has to see him at the bank and all this personal upset ex girlfriend stuff. She cuts me off anytime I try to speak or changed the subject right back to him. A day later I get a text about how I didn’t do any talking and I was too boring to be anything more than just friends with.

She got irate when I pointed out she would not allow me to speak and only wanted to talk about her ex boyfriend when we have never once had a slow or boring conversation before meeting up.

14.) From GravyxNips:

So I met this girl on tinder and went for a lunch date. We had a pretty good connection so we decided to have dinner as well. After having a few drinks one thing lead to another and ended up back at my place, we hooked up and went to sleep.

Middle the night I wake up. She’s intensely staring at me while she’s crouched behind the bed. I asked her if everything is alright, she said yes and got back into bed... I thought “little creepy, but probably nothing to worry about.”

She lays down to cuddle with me and she’s wet. At the time, I was like “damn I must just be a stallion.” Fast forward to the morning, she’s gone and there’s a wet puddle beside the bed.

she peed on my floor

I still don’t understand it. I had a bathroom, but maybe she just got lost and couldn’t hold it?

I did not hear from her again.

Edit: Just want to be clear, we were both tipsy, and NOT sloppy drunk.

15.) From Thewhitetmac:

I matched with a girl and sent a lot of messages, later that night we talked on the phone and the conversation was going really well so I asked to go out the next night. She agreed and then five minutes later she tells me that needs to tell me something. She tells me that she’s permanently in a wheelchair.

So I’m either an ahole if I back out now or an ahole if I lead her on. I figure why not, it’s just a date and it could be a fun time still. We talk more that night and go to bed, the next morning she calls me early and tells me she’s doing something crazy. She won’t tell me what but she said she’ll show me later.

A few hours goes by and she calls me back, and tells me she’s going to send me a pic of what she did. I check my messages and I see a picture of her wrist, with my name now tattooed on it. We end the call and I immediately tell my friends about this crazy girl.

Later that night I’m driving to her place cause I figure, she can be committed enough to tattoo my name on her I should be committed enough to go on this date. Plus I have to know it it’s real. I’m almost at her place and I realize that my car may not accommodate her wheelchair and I know she drives so I ask if she can drive us.

I’m walking in the parking lot and she drives up and I get in the car. Now I had figured she had a handicapped enabled car. Nope. Turns out she just uses two crutches to drive, one on the gas and one on the brake. I don’t like this as we’re driving on the southern California freeways in traffic.

We go eat and she gets a phone call from her daughter. Turns out she left her 10 yr old daughter at home alone and she’s scared. I’m like hey we can go. But she’s like no it’s okay I gave her something to make her sleep she’ll be asleep soon.

So we finish up and I was gonna take her to see a movie, but the kid thing was too much so we head home and my fingers are already crossed that we make it when she turns to me while driving and says wow I’m kinda drunk. In my head I’m like, one drink is all you had!

But I ask if I can drive and she says no she’s gonna get in the fast lane and uses her crutch to hit the gas. I say my last prayers but we made it back to her place. So I wheeled her back to her door said goodbye and lived. Tattoo was real though.

16.) From joenotson:

Oh I have one where I was probably the nightmare! I went on a first date with a girl from tinder at a cajun restaurant in Dallas, (the restaurant was the Razzoo's on 75). I had read recently about some stuff called Kratom, that is supposed to make you feel really relaxed and euphoric, and I had tried to make a tea from the recommended dosage the previous day, but I didn't feel anything off of it.

So I figured if this stuff was supposed to make you be cool and euphoric then the best time to take it would be for a first date! and since I didn't feel anything from it the first time I figured I should take more.

So I wrapped a LOT of it (Kratom is usually sold as a greenish, super bitter powder) up inside of balls of deli meat and swallowed those whole before the date. I then went to the lunch feeling nothing, until I met the girl and sat down, at which point I suddenly came to the realization that I was a few seconds away from projectile vomiting up all that Kratom and Deli meat in the middle the restaurant.

I excused myself, got up from the table, walked a few steps towards the bathroom until I began to violently vomit. At which point I covered my mouth with my hands, began choking on my own vomit as I sprinted towards the bathroom, leaked a trail of vomit all over the floor in a path towards the bathroom, then continued to violently projectile vomit into the trash can in the bathroom.

I then spent a while to clean my face and wash my arms and hands which were soaked in vomit. I then returned to the table and tried to survive the rest of the lunch date without dying of embarrassment. I felt like a huge asshole and was really embarrassed.

Edit: The road was 75 in Dallas. not I-75.

17.) From SuperForm3G:

Fresh off a breakup on campus, match with this really good looking girl who is talking pure filth. Obviously I'm just an idiot with a hurt heart so I don't question much, head over to her place a few days later.

She insisted I come over on a certain day at X:XX o'clock. Usually I would've been sketched out but it was the middle of the day on a B1G 10 campus what exactly could go THAT south?

Half hour in her husband came home. I was being used in revenge plot.

No more Tinder

18.) From Rockchakra:

First date, she wanted me to get into a bar fight with the perfectly friendly guy who'd bought us a round of shots that night. Why? Because she found out he was a Scorpio.

19.) From grapeflavoredorange:

We lived about 25 minutes from each other, so agreed to meet at the beach pier about halfway between. Before meeting, we had been texting and he seemed totally normal. I was already at the pier when he texted me saying he can't meet me there because his license is revoked and it's too far for him to walk.

I should've just left then, but I agreed to meet him at a pizza place closer to him. I get there, and I'm standing outside when I see him, and quickly realize the pics from his profile were at least 3-5 years old. Homeboy looks like the dollar store version of himself.

Greasy, looks like he hasn't showered in days, hair undone, holes in his shirt. I awkwardly give him a side hug and suggest we get a seat, and he says, 'Oh, no, we're not getting pizza. Let's go to the park.' I awkwardly say okay, and as he talks, I realize his gums and tongue ring are stained black from smoking. By this point, I am completely turned off and am just keeping up with formalities.

So we get to the park and find a bench to talk, and before I can sit down, homie pulls me onto his lap, squeezing me and saying, 'God, babygirl, you are so f*cking cute.' I awkwardly scootch away and try to get a conversation going. He pulls out his phone and starts texting for a few minutes, not really listening to me, before interrupting with, 'Have you smoked?

My friend is a plug, we could go back to my place for a bowl.' I decline. 'Aw, come on, babygirl, my place is just right there. We could have some fun, too.' I decline again. Next thing you know, he pulls me close by the face and whispers, 'You're so innocent,' before broad-tongued licking my face from chin to ear.

Shell-shocked, I just sit there for a moment processing what the f*ck just happened as he keeps talking about weed before I decide to fake an urgent phone call and leave.

20.) From yhcaepeachy:

Talked to him for two weeks before we went out and no red flags so we ended up going out to dinner. I said I hadn't been out in a while because I was trying to save money for a washer and dryer.

He told me instead of saving for that I should save for a boob job. I didn't even know how to reply so he followed up with, 'no it's not a bad thing, my sister and Mom both had small tits and got boob jobs and they look amazing.' This is all before the waitress even brought our drinks. I just got up and left.

21.) From D3L7A2:

First date, we went to see a movie.

She brought her sister along (without consulting me first) and I somehow ended up paying for both of their tickets. Bit of a doormat, old me.

We went to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Turns out, neither of them had seen a Star Wars film before, nor had any idea at all what was going on. Awesome.

Date ended at McDonalds after the movie with one hour+ of her eating fries one at a time, and her sister talking shit about basically everyone at her work.

To this day I'm not sure what that date was even about. There was no second date.

22.) From heylook42:

Matched with this cute girl a few years back. Went out for drinks. It was going well, decided to head out to the beach with a six pack to star gaze and make out. Some how we ended up on a stolen sailboat at two AM with her Ex, an old drunken boat repairman(who made copies of the keys to steal the boat), and her dog.

After arguing with her ex for thirty minutes she blacks out and falls asleep. Her dog is scared out of it’s mind and is shitting every where. Her ex starts tripping on Acid and yells at me that I have to take care of her and never hurt her. Then runs to the bow of the boat to finish his trip.

The old drunken boat thief is just chilling and chugging vodka like it was water. I said f*ck it, cleaned up after the dog and brought the poor pup inside the cabin with me, then passed out.

Next morning I woke up to the girl and her ex screaming at each other about some car crash and who’s fault it was. The old boat thief was gone and I had no clue where I parked. I left without them noticing, got some coffee and breakfast, and wandered around the harbor until I found my car.

Never talked with her again, but I didn’t delete tinder.

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