Dating straight men
It’s for men who don’t want to commit — to labels, or a relationship — in fact, men can even ‘fist bump’ each other to show their sign of approval, so that they can be comfortable in their skin when they ultimately do ask each other for a blowjob (they are just one football jersey short of not really questioning their sexuality after using it.) This is my one grouse with the app; it puts heteronormativity on a pedestal. It’s a sea of men I’ve blocked on Grindr, long forgotten exes, a few friends and men I’ve always seen around but never spoken to. Day 2: I start my second day with a fresh fist bump.I am neither a bro, nor am I straight — so I break both the cardinal rules when I decide to try it out — I am not one to shy away from finding true love, even if it’s with a potentially straight man. Not so well, but I’d let you be the judge of that with my six day gaycation on the app: Day 1: I download the app with the vigour and hope that I usually reserve for the first day of a clearance sale. It’s Gautam, a video editor who I went on a date with a few months ago.Pros: Once you get over the slight stalker complex Happn instils on you by showing women who walked past your front door an hour ago, matching with users within a 250 meter radius is actually quite handy.
Sexuality is a continuum and not a binary, and Bro recognises that. Lumber Bro, Hipster Bro or the ‘surprised-to-see-you-here’ fabulous Bro?
Verdict: The more you think about it, the less sense Down makes.
Isn't the whole point of internet dating that you can meet someone new?
The app’s interface is bright, multi-racial and eye-catching, which is great — because that’s how I like my boys. I’ve swiped right on Gautam on Tinder; Woof’d at him on Scruff, and starred him as a favourite on Grindr. I send a fist bump back at him, in the awkward way I would in middle school.
After a quick sign up where it chides me for my stats, preferences and HIV status, Bro does what no other dating app does. (Side note: I’ve never really been great at fist bumping — the last person I fist bumped was my three-year-old nephew.)‘What are you doing here? ‘I was going to ask you the same question,’ I text him back.‘Just checking out the scene on the other side of the tracks, bro,’ he pings back.