Over the millennia that it took to carve the Grand Canyon, there was one thing keeping those little, anthropomorphised drops of water going. Well - there were two. One was gravity. And the other was the thought that one day, one woman would swipe right on a man because she liked the picture of him standing above the cavern they carved. When things got particularly rough, the droplets would imagine that maybe - just maybe - the two would end up fucking in a dark apartment in Harlem. That would really motivate them. That, and the irresistible pull of gravity.
But in all seriousness, what is up with all the Tinder men on rocks? Is it that what Mikayal, Abdulla, Shaun, and Jae all have in common (other than their obvious love of rocks) is that they have found a way to tap into the female psyche? And if this is the case, are we so deeply attracted to the men on rocks because it shows us that they are physically strong enough to walk from the car park to the edge of the canyon, or because it reminds us of the bit in the Lion King with the primate holding baby Simba up on top of that rock? Either way, Men of Tinder, don't stop. I love your photos of Me Standing On A Rock, if only to help sift the douche-bag chaff from the douche-bag wheat.
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