In October, layoffs claimed an estimated 40 percent of the staff, and CEO Tony Espinoza announced his departure — giving an opening to competitors like Be Welcome and Hospitality Club.Although the company has initiated a doubling down on mobile, the experience of users like Riccardo might suggest another path to profitability. The almost decade-old Couchsurfing, which is available in 100,000 cities across the globe, is becoming the go-to hookup app for a certain class of young world travelers.He accepts them based on their attractiveness “of course,” but physical appearance isn’t the only criterion.“I’ve seen cute girls that have boring pictures and I’m like, ‘You look boring, sorry.’ At the end of the day I’m going to spend three days with you.One day a friend recommend Tinder, an app I had always assumed was purely for sex.She said it might be a sex app in the west but in India, she insisted, Tinder was definitely a dating app. Provided with bare minimum information (first name, age, location) and around five pictures, I would swipe blindly left and right hoping to find someone interesting.
All of your Facebook information is displayed: Full name, age, job, hometown, school, neighborhood. Another advantage Hinge has over Tinder is that you’ll always have a Facebook friend in common.
That is one Google search away from a personal email address or phone number. The potentially disastrous anonymity Tinder offers is wiped away, and suddenly, you have full accountability.
But as I continued flipping through profiles, I discovered I liked knowing that Kumar went to school in my hometown or that Raj is a professional photographer. A couple of text messages to common friends and you know whether the guy has a yen for intravenous drugs or beating puppies. And that’s my stand until someone googles my phone number and starts stalking me.
I want to have three days with somebody I can talk with.
Not somebody just empty.” In Riccardo’s case, it all starts with a request for approval — from his pal in Miami. “There’s more people coming to New York than Miami, so he’s always like, ‘You bastard! ”1 He got a little closer on his second try, a girl from Slovakia with blonde hair (his weakness) and small, dark, squinty eyes.