We pulled into Spokane, and I did the first thing I always do when I get to a new city: I opened Tinder and started swiping. It’s an anthropological experiment (or at least that’s what I tell myself). In Copenhagen, the men are square-jawed and straightforward and direct. In New York, they are either stylish metrosexuals or guidos from Jersey who wear wraparound shades and message aggressively. In Seattle, they are very wan, very passive, and very meh.
Since I was the only one of the Stranger crew who had my own hotel room, I got to work and started swiping left and right.