Women were asked to look at a trio of sketches of men in various settings, and to say where they’d prefer to find their ideal man: in camp chopping wood, in a studio painting a canvas, or in a garage working a pillar drill. 1400 Series computer, which then spit out your matches: five blue cards, if you were a woman, or five pink ones, if you were a man.
Men were asked to rank drawings of women’s hair styles: a back-combed updo, a Patty Duke bob.
From the surrounding towers, players descend to blow off steam and seal the deal—with clients and that night’s conquest. And Tinder is their Little Black Book Valerie met “The Suit” on Tinder.
Valerie, like others I interviewed for this story, spoke on the condition that her real name not be used. She lives in a downtown condo and often travels internationally for work.
The demolition of the Third Avenue Elevated subway line set off a building boom and a white-collar influx, most notably of young educated women who suddenly found themselves free of family, opprobrium, and, thanks to birth control, the problem of sexual consequence.