Her friends smirk, not looking up.“Tinder sucks,” they say. At a booth in the back, three handsome twentysomething guys in button-downs are having beers.
They are Dan, Alex, and Marty, budding investment bankers at the same financial firm, which recruited Alex and Marty straight from an Ivy League campus.
Everyone is drinking, peering into their screens and swiping on the faces of strangers they may have sex with later that evening. “Ew, this guy has Dad bod,” a young woman says of a potential match, swiping left.“I think to an extent it is, like, sinister,” he says, “ ‘cause I know that the average girl will think that there’s a chance that she can turn the tables.If I were like, Hey, I just wanna bone, very few people would want to meet up with you …“Do you think this culture is misogynistic?and I just don’t.”“Dude, that’s not cool,” Alex chides in his warm way.“I always make a point of disclosing I’m not looking for anything serious.