Girls Gone Wild on Brisbane Tinder, Part IX
[Warning: adult content and language]
Goodness, has it really been more than two months since the last instalment? And has there been eight already? Since my recent trip to Europe did not end up resulting in a much-anticipated Tinder travel feature – Polish girls in particularly disappointing us all with their impeccable online behaviour – it has been comforting to go back to local Brisbane (and the south-east Queensland more broadly) Tinder and discover that nothing has changed in my absence: all you disgusting voyeurs (just kidding, I love you, all my valued regular TDC readers and fans) can still enjoy, if that’s the correct word, a fair selection of women reinforcing the popular – and largely incorrect – stereotype of Tinder as a hook-up meat market.
So without a further ado (about not much)…
No wonder the puppet on the bed behind looks so exhausted.
Tinder is so superficial – it’s all about accentuating your most marketable qualities; the lesson that the ladies below seem to have fully absorbed:
Some ladies even think that their qualities are better than yours:
For most part it’s all quite vanilla, but once in a while you get the whole 50 shades of Tinder experience:
Other ladies are meanwhile being ultra careful they don’t get pregnant:
But not this young lady:
“God is life”…
Like Eagle Boys Pizza, she certainly delivers.
Meanwhile, who says that princesses are difficult to satisfy?
Or maybe all women generally:
Confucius say, woman looking for A grade penis likely to end up with A grade dick (and a headache).
One year makes all the difference, clearly.
Lastly, a few profiles that leave even me unable to form any sensible response:
Something about roots.
I, on the other hand, take my women like I take my lift – to the wrong floor.
New Brissy gal is instead fingering her smart phone left and right.
Lastly, a message from a completely un- and anti-wild user:
There is something in this for all of us.