I’ve deleted my account and removed the app from my phone. The worst thing that can happen is that I start over one day. But for now, Tinder is staying offline.

Lately, every conversation seems to be about one thing. And that’s not a problem. It can be fun, too. But it almost immediately becomes about one thing. No idea why there’s suddenly such an overload. Must be spring or something.

I’ve long since lost count of the bulge-in-the-pants photos I’ve received. Or out-of-the-pants photos, although there seem to be fewer of those.

The other day I saw a guy on Instagram who had made a coat out of all the unsolicited dick pics he’d received on Grindr. It reached all the way to the floor.

I won’t get that far, but I could probably make a decent blazer.

The first few shocked me. But you get used to anything. And fortunately, I have both a mouth and a delete button.

Then I asked a guy I genuinely liked if he’d like to grab a coffee as a first date. I prefer getting to know someone a little before anything else.

His answer was: “Boring.” A quick video call was enough.

The fact that he showed no interest in my pace from the start didn’t exactly give me confidence for later.

And besides…

“Boring”?

What happened to the art of seduction? Building some anticipation. Showing some interest. Sitting on a terrace together. Having a good conversation. Making a little effort.

And before you say, “What did you expect from Tinder?”…

I’ve had wonderful conversations on there too. Heard remarkable stories about where people are in life. Talked about dreams, ambitions, travel, dogs, books and music.

But while it’s still spring, I’ve decided to spend my time elsewhere.