I just recently downloaded the super popular, super shallow, super socially-acceptable dating application Tinder.
It’s got a pretty addicting, easy-to-use “hot or not” system: basically a virtual stack pops up of pictures of guys (or gals, whichever) in your area & you swipe left for NOPE & right if you think they’re a hottie. If you like someone, & they like you back, the app allows you to directly message each other through an internal messaging system.
So, I have spent the last week or so ripping through pictures like nobody’s business, & I have managed to collect around 200 matches. Some of them have struck up a conversation with me, some of them have tried to awkwardly hit on me, & others have asked me for nudie pics.
These guys are contacting me, &, although most are pretty perv-y, there are some who seem actually pretty nice. They ask me about my life, my blog, my day. Then, they ask me out for coffee… & I usually don’t respond.
I know, I know… This makes me sound like such a bitch. But really I just don’t know how to say: No, I don’t want to go to coffee with you… I just want you to tell me how pretty I am. I am not looking for a relationship, a date, a one-night stand, or even a cuddle buddy.
I am just looking for some quick & dirty validation & then I will be on my merry way.
It’s like telling a dude all you want to do is cuddle, when they really, really, really want to have sex — so, all the time. & I am of the opinion that if I don’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all… so I just leave it.
The fact that I am so opposed to meeting strangers from this dating app suggests to me that maybe I really don’t wantto be in a relationship.
& perhaps that’s why I’m alone. Maybe I choose, want, desire, & have just decided that I prefer the single life. I mean, it’s nice to have someone to hold me close at night, & hopefully I do settle down eventually, but maybe for now I will just continue riding the solo wave.
That’s what I’m telling myself this week, anyway.