I’m going to be real, I would swipe left all the way for Samantha (no way, no how, goodbye) and would probably break my finger swiping right for Anna and Dr. Ryan Stone (who has been to space! I will always want to meet someone who has been to space! Even if that space was fake!). (Swiping, by the way, is Tinder’s proprietary way of showing interest when using the app, and is not an obscure term for intercourse.)