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That feature was pinched from Grindr, the successful gay hookup app founded on the basic idea that casual sex, like real estate, is all about location.
A year later, The Chase and Drake One Fifty opened their doors—the latter tipping its hat to the new neighbourhood by changing the name of its house wine from Starving Artist (as it’s called at the Queen West flagship) to Fat Banker.That last endeavour has become easier than ever post-Tinder, which is particularly well tailored to a world where efficiency, adrenalin and closing the deal—whether it’s a multimillion-dollar merger or a quick boink in the bathroom—are the unofficial religion.“It’s just insane how drunk these people get,” says one Earls server I spoke with.Like Earls, it’s another chain from the west known primarily for its sexy wait staff and showy wine lists.All of these places bill themselves as restaurants, and it’s true that they all serve good food, but culinary merit is beside the point, particularly on Wednesdays and Thursdays (the Bay Street weekend), when they fill up like Irish pubs on St. By , getting a seat can be impossible, which is why interns are often sent down around 3 p.m. People go to unwind (i.e., get hammered), do business (i.e., get hammered on the company credit card) and socialize (i.e., hook up).The first time I heard about Tinder was in early 2013, from a friend who works on the trading floors in Toronto.
The app didn’t officially launch here until December of that year, but it infiltrated the financial district first, passed along from horny Wall Street bros to their horny Bay Street brethren like a secret fist bump.
But if the passion isn’t there, she’s quick to cut things off. Sometimes they did the typical getting-to-know-you activities—going to the movies, cooking dinner at her condo. With a series of quick clicks and swipes, she can schedule dates with a new guy, sometimes two, every day—mostly coffees, which are a good way to see if the attraction she feels from a photo measures up in person.
If a prospect seems promising, she might agree to a future drink.
You only get “matched” if the person you expressed interest in reciprocates, which is the second prong in the Tinder success strategy: the absence of rejection, and all of the emotional turmoil and self-loathing that goes with it. It’s an easy fit for a generation that has grown up communicating via text, problem solving with Google, shopping on Amazon, and sharing life’s magical (and not-so-magical) moments through Instagram.
People often use the expression “playing Tinder,” illustrating the extent to which the quest for companionship has become a pastime: they use the app because they’re bored, because they want a quick ego boost, because they can’t get to sleep or because the line at the bank is taking forever.
Last year came Speakeasy 21, a sprawling Prohibition-themed cocktail bar in the Scotia Plaza, and America, the Donald-endorsed ode to gluttony housed on the 31st floor of the Trump Hotel.