I miss the days when gay men had to approach each other in-person and at least pretend to be interested in more than "Top or bottom?" and "Hung?" Now guys are less likely to talk to me when they spot me. Instead they'll find me on Grindr after getting home and then cut right to the crude chase: "NSA?" "Fun?"
If you've spent more time looking at Grindr than your date's face, how do you know you don't like him? You have to give these things time to fail in the old-fashioned way, in which you later obsess about him while binge eating ice cream and watching New Girl, waiting by the phone for a call that doesn't come.