Searching for your stoner soulmate? There is now an efficient alternative to asking girls at parties to join you in that one room in the back of the frat house decorated with blacklights and neon Bob Marley tapestries. It’s an app called High There, and it’s essentially Tinder for dopers.
Using the tried and true Tinder swiping technique, High There sends users profiles of fellow potheads in their area. You know the drill: swipe left to pass, swipe right to pass the dutchie.
In comparison with Tinder, High There goes a little deeper (unlike your bag of Cheetos). The app asks users to rate their energy level when using cannabis as “Low,” “Medium,” or “High.” That way, you can find a girl who’s happy with sitting on the couch and watching reruns of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” after blazing up. Or, if she’s the type who prefers to go on a nice, high bike ride in the park, you know to avoid her completely.
Choice method of achieving enlightenment (smoking, vaping, consuming edibles, or dabbing) is also taken into account.
The creator of High There, Colorado native (of course) Todd Mitchem, built the app after difficulty finding like-minded ladies through other social media.
From Fast Company:
“I hated dating on other sites and apps because as soon as the idea of my cannabis consumption came up—date over. I actually walked out of a date (after paying of course) and said to myself, that’s it. Weeding out the Ms. Wrong from Ms. Right was complex. Selfishly I hope this helps others like me.”
While most of us will use it as a way to have stoned sex to The Beatles, Mitchem has higher hopes for his app, like pairing up doctors with cancer patients who rely on marijuana for treatment.
For now, High There is only available on Android and in the 23 states that have chilled out on their marijuana restrictions — which leaves this South Carolinian iPhone-wielder shit out of luck — but I imagine a meet-up with another user could go one of two ways:
1. Dank head followed by dank head.
2. You smoke a jay in your bedroom. Then she handcuffs you. Just as you think things are about to get kinky, bam! She whips out a DEA badge.
Proceed with caution, my squinty-eyed brethren..
[via Fast Company]