Spoiler: It’s not ageing!
I have no idea how a 25yo feels scrolling through Hinge, because when I was 25, online dating wasn’t around. Yes, I am that old. I just know that I find it varying levels of disheartening, gross and frustrating.
How is it possible that so many men in the second half of their forties have never had a significant relationship? How did they never get married? Or have children? How are there so many men past their midlife crisis who live in dingy apartments that remind me of my uni days?
Or: I’ve got supernatural powers!!
You might remember my first post-marriage dating disaster, the one where I went on a date with someone who told me horror stories about his ex’s ex. Who turned out to be the guy who I was supposed to be going on a hike with the following day. Those two men live on opposite sides of LA, they were both on Hinge, and have otherwise absolutely nothing in common. Apart from the shared ex…
I was so spooked by the experience that I rushed home, deleted the app, and downed a few shots while waiting until midnight to call my bestie on the other side of the world.
Snot, blood, and tears
This is the post that I most likely shouldn’t be writing right now (see list of beverages consumed above), but for the sake of keeping it real, I am doing it anyway. My date left a day earlier than planned, all my friends are busy, and I really need to process the last weekend.
Sooo. After I turned my back on the disaster otherwise known as online dating, I met someone. Offline. Through a friend. IRL!