I have never been much of a hit on Tinder. So, I decided to become something new. I changed my bio and photos to those of a humble spud, a potato. Everyone likes potatoes, right? Maybe when the chips were down I’d have more luck in the dating scene as a hunky Jersey Royal.
Sadly declaring myself pan-fried sexual wasn’t an option, so I opted for demisexual and uploaded a few photos: a bowl of spuds to pass as a group pic, a shot of my potato on a bus seat (since potatoes can’t drive) a half-peeled bathroom mirror shot - my answer to the cliched topless selfie - and started swiping.
