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Addictive as it may be, dead-eyed swiping through oily abs and sedated tigers doesn't make anyone feel good. And nobody wants to hand over their love lives to a brand that makes them feel numb on the inside. Despite Tinder's attempts to warm the cockles of our hearts with love stories on Twitter most of us don't want to answer the question "How did you meet" by saying "Actually, I was taking a particularly difficult poop at work, had some time on my hands, and after dismissing around 300 others, I swiped on a picture of your daughter's face."If you've ever been to a party with an open bar you'll know that if you give someone enough of what they want they'll eventually puke. We've had our fun at this big swipey party, now we just want to go home and cuddle. Nobody is denying "the Tinder Generation is real," we've all just started to question whether we want to be part of it any more.Time will tell. But as the pioneers of an instantaneous hook-up app, Tinder may end up dying by their own porky sword.Follow Lucy on Twitter.ON MUNCHIES: This App Is the Tinder of Foraging