CMB functions a little differently than Tinder: You get only one match — called a "bagel" — a day, every day at noon (it sends you a push notification to let you know when it's ready).
Then you can either "accept" or "pass" on this person; if you both accept, then a chat line opens up and stays active for a week.
If I'm feeling particularly salty about the IRL pool of suitors, I'm comforted by the fact that I could swipe through Tinder until my fingers bleed and still not run out of potential friends/lovers/boyfs.
(If you live in a less populated city, this may not hold true, but it still beats hanging out at the same dive bar hoping a sexy stranger will sweep you off your feet, right?
I can't even tell you how much of my life has been spent staring blankly at the Ok Cupid app — trust me, I wouldn't steer you wrong.
)We've all been that person who's standing in the corner of the bar on a Friday night fiendishly swiping left and right — whether it's because we're bored, drunk, or lonely is irrelevant.
Even if you're surrounded by people, thanks to dating apps, there's now the undeniable feeling that you could be missing out on someone better who's only a few subway stops away.
Plus it's never a bad thing to remind women that they're in control of their own bodies, despite what many gross trolls would have them believe.
This app could basically be renamed "Stalkr," but that doesn't stop it from being a personal favorite of mine.