According to other writers’ requests, asking for your data from Tinder leads to varied results, but with FOI requests and GDPR a persistent issue for all tech companies, the dating app thankfully packages everything into a pretty easy to understand and navigable HTML file.
The most fascinating part was my chat history. It sounds exciting, until you realize that it’s only your messages that you get to peruse, disconnected from the context of two strangers trying to flirt — whether the other party responded or not. (“Sorry” = 71 uses.)
Since my history with the app stretches back to when I first came out (and first started using dating/hookup services), the logs got more embarrassing the further I went back. In some chats, I was excessively needy, other times too aggressive, too… horny?
My word choice demonstrated this awfulness. I threw that one-sided chat history into a word-frequency tool, hoping to unearth some insight into how I flirt. Outside the pronouns and connective glue of a sentence (is, on, the, not, here), what exactly did I talk about? Did I mention my job a lot? That I can speak Japanese? My black belt in judo? My efforts to land a backflip? I even got some unwanted insight into my text-based flirting technique.
Context-free, I used the word “horny” 23 times.
As a writer, I have a degree of confidence in my missives. As a tech writer, I even prefer texts and emails to phone calls and bar-based flirting. That said, it seems my internal editor is lazy when it comes to serious dating, or finding someone cool to flirt with in a new town. It’s not that my communications were riddled with typos or grammatical messes: The problem was that most of my Tinder messages were just insipid.
In early Tinder chats, I used some mildly explicit words — nothing to racy, just enough to make me hate myself. Context-free, I used the word “horny” 23 times. I used the word “classy” five times. Fortunately, Tinder is generally less explicit than the LGBT-dating-app competition, thanks to the lack of a picture-sending option.
I talked about Tokyo (my home for three years) and London (current abode) 145 and 102 times, respectively, while “hotel” came up 63 times (oh, business trips!) and “the gym” came up 62 times. Clichés! Surely I had more interesting topics to talk about?
Surely I had more interesting topics to talk about?
Occasionally I did. In no particular order, I mentioned: Gryffindor, gold digger, gospel, fruitcake, eyepatch, embassy, cubist movement, backflip, murderer, origami, pineapple and squirtle.
The worst, and possibly most eye-opening, part of my Tinder GDPR request, however, came not from poring over my one-sided chat logs but from realizing how much money I’d sunk into Tinder. As much as I laugh at people (Aaron) who are addicted to gacha-based mobile games and waste hundreds of dollars on them, I wasted a similar amount on “boosts.” These were a way to raise your profile higher up the pecking order for randomized profile swiping. The data also included the location of purchase. Unsurprisingly, they were centered on places I’d been for business trips. I had apparently spent £150 ($194) on getting to the front of the hookup queue.
How big tech manages your personal information
- Tuesday: Who controls your data?
- Wednesday: My digital shadow looks nothing like me
- Thursday: How a data request turned into a data breach
- Friday: A popular fetish app stored passwords in plain text
- Saturday: A date with my Tinder data