I used posts from CrushbridgeBot 5000 as pick-up lines on Tinder

Change is on the horizon, and it comes in the form of a computer generated mashup of old Crushbridge posts. The Facebook page, CrushbridgeBot 5000 has appeared rather sneakily and is starting to gain momentum.

But how does it work? Unfortunately, I am a mere woman who does English and therefore cannot understand computer speak, so I will just insert a handy snippet from the 'About' section of the page:

The results are an absolute emotional rollercoaster:

In fact, they are so profound, I have decided to test them in the real world. And by the "real world" I mean on my Tinder matches. This is not a tale of girl-meets-boy. It is a tale of girl-embarrasses-herself-on-the-internet-and-scares-some-people-along-the-way-for-the-sake-of-some-low-quality-content. Let the games begin.

I picked a few gems from the page and distributed them to various matches. Quite romantic when you think about it. I'm basically sending love letters. "This is it," I thought, rubbing my hands together with glee, "this is how I get a boyfriend".

A few hours and several un-matches later, I received some replies. The emphasis here is on some. I was mostly ignored. To these people, I hope you see this article and feel a sense of loss, for you have truly missed out on being a part of this immersive art project.

For everyone else, I know you're absolutely desperate to learn from the expert. Watch, learn and imitate:

Matthew's greeting was truly magnificent, and he deserved all the praise I could possibly copy and paste. It's sad, however, to see that I have in fact lost my "Wow" factor. Men are FICKLE.

I don't think we're going to vibe. Let's just leave it here. You clearly don't "get" me.

Yeah I'm cool thanks, just writing this from THE SEA OF CHAOS THAT IS UNI LIFE.

That's because it is.

My book comes out next month. I wrote it whilst finding myself on my non-existent gap yah. I'll sign it for you if you like.

I'm not really sure what happened here, but this…worked? He carried on the conversation as if my musings on killing him and then drinking his tea that I have never tried were absolutely normal and made perfect sense. What IS up, Stephan?

Another day, another Henry. Have I been rumbled, or have we started composing some obscure poetry together? How romantic.

Haha women are so clingy, am I right? One swipe to the right and they're in love with you…Did I come on too strong? Come to me, my love. We can make this work.

So there you have it. Mildly successful, highly entertaining. You're all invited to the wedding.