While I've had my share of ridiculous, pointless come-ons, I've also met men interested in real dating.
In the past year, I've dated two different men that I met on Tinder. Our first date was in a left-wing cooperative bookstore and cafe.
Then we looked for a place to continue the conversation, gave up, and he brought me home, walked me to the door and gave me a goodnight kiss.
He had a wonderful combination of piercing and wide-ranging intelligence, a sense of humor, and a good job –he played guitar in a metal band.
As we sipped wine and gazed out at the hotel's infinity pool and the lights of the city, we talked about how nice it would be have to have a date with us.
For every man seeking dating or romance on Tinder, there are probably 10 others seeking to hook-up, or to become friends with benefits.
Especially for women who are middle-aged and older, it feels nice to be 'seen' at a time when society tells you that you are becoming "invisible" unless you look like Jennifer Lopez or Cindy Crawford.
I've also learned there men actually interested in dating.
My friend and I were sharing a hotel room at a weeklong business conference.
After a day of dry lectures and an evening of happy hours and conference socializing, we were tired, a bit tipsy, and slightly giddy.