Tonight is the night of your first Tinder date. You dressed yourself finest outfit and applied your most alluring perfume. Now you stand outside one of the best restaurants in town, waiting patiently for the guy your matched up with.

After a few minutes, you see a lean figure of a woman approach you. “Ah, there you are. I’ve been eager to meet you.” Your tinder date wasn’t the man in the photos. It was secretly a woman all this time. People would call this a catfish, but was it?