I never imagined I would still be dating, much less dating nearly 75 men in the past year or so.
Oh, Tinder, most of those 75 dates were thanks to you, swiping left and right based on how attractive I found the men in the pictures.
It’s the digital version of a bar, and it’s no surprise that it doesn’t really seem to work if what you’re looking for is something more than, well, picking up a guy in a bar. After an online conversation to make sure the guy was gainfully employed and didn’t seem like a serial killer, I’d agree to meet for drinks — never for dinner, to avoid being stuck for more than an hour with a bad match.
I sometimes did this two or three times a week, trudging to yet another happy hour spot with fingers crossed.
f you could dip into the database for our Date Lab feature (where we match people up and send them out), you’d find them all there. Has the trend toward delaying marriage, while easing the spouse-hunting pressure for young daters, lowered the stakes too much?
They’re government workers, lawyers, teachers, doctors, bakers, bouncers, bicycle couriers. They are looking for love or a fun time or a soul mate. Are daters today less serious about finding a match?
(For tips on dating online, click here; for reviews of new apps, click here.) But has it also left them feeling stuffed without ever reaching the main course?
We don’t know if they’re as picky when Date Lab’s not involved, but we do know that technology has vastly expanded their reach, making dating a buffet that offers up an almost endless array of, um, dishes.
area, and after years of sifting through their lengthy Date Lab applications, we know that though they are busy building their careers, traveling, maybe even raising kids, they still find time to pursue romance, whether it’s via a matchmaking site, a bold move at the office or by way of Grandma, who knows this nice young man who is “marriage material.” We know their pet peeves: matches who send creepy shirtless selfies, who seem overly focused on their date’s résumé, who equate fit with rail-thin, who can’t follow basic rules of grammar. ” — but like daters everywhere, they know when it’s there. And they’re rarely willing to give chemistry a second chance to appear, sometimes deeply disappointing the readers following along.
Ugh.) We know that their horror stories often hit the same notes: the dates who “forget” their wallets, or show up looking nothing like their photo, talk obsessively about their ex, or down a bottle of wine and vomit in the taxi. Date Labbers rarely can describe just what sparks the spark — if we had a dollar for everyone who said, “I can’t quite put my finger on it …