A wine bar in Rittenhouse
It was a friend's 30th birthday. Eight of us packed into a corner booth at a tiny Rittenhouse wine bar. Six of us were single.
At one point in the night, all six of us — without saying a word — pulled out our phones and started swiping.
That was the moment.
We were physically surrounded by interesting, attractive, real people. And we were ignoring every single one of them to scroll through photos of strangers.
The next morning, somebody in the group chat texted: "What if we built an app that actually gets us off the app?"
A year of nights at bars, dinner parties, and far too many test events later — SparkDate is what we built.