You will find a pal who’s troubled by small caps. Felt hats.
Straw hats. Often denim or corduroy hats—they adhere their about on Bumble. She’ll tap through three rationally appealing profile photo of a possible suitor, and then—agggggghhhhh—in the next he’s sporting some hat. Simply when she’s going to swipe best, the fedoras show up, cockblocks delivered from hell to damage the woman. Often, anything else about these guys is useful, traditional sweetheart material: he’s a pleasant combination of properties she finds sexy/endearing/impressive (abs), he’s got a task and a Ph.D., and then he does not have any shirtless selfies no photo of your inebriated with several Instagram products. But repeatedly, this option have wrecked their own probability at admiration with the extremely positive flick of a short-brimmed cap. A wearable deal-breaker.
A good pal explained he categorically swipes left on any lady in a floppy sun hat (any hat, actually), so I understand the dissatisfaction of discovering the thing you hoped would put weird characteristics to your Tinder photo is clearly your problem.