Tinder is a bar for the socially inept: The drinks aren’t flowing, but the creep most certainly is.

There are an estimated 10 million active users on the “casual dating app,” which differentiates itself from the competition because it caters towards the beautiful people without being overtly dismissive or exclusive.

Yeah, anyone can select up to six pictures from his or her Facebook page and setup a profile. But you’re only allowed to chat with those who you “match” with. Meaning, attractive people get all of the action and ugly people don’t. It’s just like real life, except everybody is conversing behind a wall of semi-anonymonity from the comfort of their lonely, queen-sized beds.

And that is arguably the most troubling aspect of Tinder’s soaring popularity. Anybody who has success with it could go out and get laid the old fashioned way, but chooses not to.

Tinder isn’t some perverted, underground chatroom in which unhappily married middle-aged men come up with screen names and send around unidentifiable, blurry pictures of their midsections to each other. That’s Grindr.

Users have to select legitimate pictures of themselves, and must choose wisely. There are protocols here, folks:

• Too many selfies in front of the bathroom mirror = You have no friends 
• Only one or two pictures = You’re hiding your imperfections
• Opening picture with a group of people = You’re hoping people mistake you for your really hot friend

In a sense, Tinder is a product of the socially isolated times in which we live. It’s easier to ask that dream girl out for lunch online than it is in person, especially because she probably has her head buried in her smartphone for most of the day anyway.

It’s also easy to be overly forward, and say something so perverse that makes it impossible to actually meet up with whoever you’ve been chatting with (not that I’m speaking from experience or anything).

But that’s a risk worth taking, because it’s awkward to go out. An opening line of, “Hey there,” followed by an embellished winky face just wouldn’t work at your neighborhood bar.

But on Tinder? Man, the possibilities are endless.