I have used almost every online dating site there is. I’ve been on countless dates yet I keep complaining to my friends how much I hate these sites.
Swiping left and right has become monotonous. I’ve gotten so sick of explaining “what I like to do for fun” that I literally just put in my notes to be copied and pasted into the appropriate chat.
I hate it so much sometimes I even stop replying to people for one whole hour. And then I’m back at it again. It’s become compulsive.
I know why I won’t delete it. Every part of me could be telling me to delete the damn app already but I would just be downloading it from the cloud the next day. I tell myself that the odds of meeting my “soulmate” on these sites let alone someone fairly normal is slim to none yet I continue to try.
I have it in my head that I’m going to meet “the one.” This mythical creature that comes into your life with every ounce of their perfect being to suddenly change your life for the better and you never look back on dating again. Ahh, if only that were true on these sites.
The majority of my matches don’t seem to make the cut but there’s one every once in a while that clicks with me so well they give me hope that maybe not every Tinder profile is a waste of time.
Friends and family have told me just give it up already. “You’ll meet someone when you least expect it,” they tell me. “Why don’t you try meeting someone in person?” they say.
First of all, I don’t want to meet someone when I least expect it. I don’t want to be wearing yesterday’s sweatpants and a T-shirt with my hair in a messy bun that could be mistaken for a rodent on my head with three-day-old mascara on my lashes.
Second of all, no one approaches anyone in person anymore. I go to bars dressing like it’s the night someone’s actually going to approach me and they never do. I’ve been approached once in my life at a bar and it was from a cross-eyed homeless man. This is a true story. I have friends that can verify this!
The point is in our generation we don’t have any other option but online dating anymore. No one has the balls or the audacity to go up to someone because of the fear of rejection. At least on Tinder if a guy doesn’t respond to me, I have twelve reasons ready to go for why he might not have seen my message.
So I’m going to continue to put myself through the agony that is online dating while I go on complaining to anyone that will listen about how much it sucks. Maybe I’ll swipe right on my “soulmate” one day. But then again, probably not.
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