On a sunny May morning in NYC, Whitney Wolfe smoothes her hair (golden) takes a sip of her iced coffee (black) and points across the leafy patio at a stunning man sitting with a friend. “You swiped right in your head just now,” she says. “So did I.” Wouldn’t it be nice, she resumes, if there were a bubble over ... Read More »
Whitney Wolfe – s Bumble: Could It Be The Next Tinder, Time
