Upon my coming back to the wonderful U.S. of A., I decided to jump head-first into the dating pool again, considering I had a 2 month (blissful) hiatus. I have joined an online dating website (again) and it has been less than fruitful (again). I also decided to join "Tinder" a "dating app" by classification, but in reality is really just a mindless swiping game like every other time-sucking app, but this time, there's "real" people involved (are they tho? see below).
For those of you unfamiliar with this game, I mean, app, you set up a small profile (with 1-5 pictures of yourself as well as an optional short short short blurb about yourself). Once you have done this, you can begin SWIPING! Yay! When you hit the "flame" icon a picture comes up like the one below. If you like what you see, you can swipe right. If you're not interested, you can swipe left. If they swipe right on you, then it pops up as a "match." It then gives you the option to strike up a conversation, or to "keep playing" (seriously). Or if you just think their picture is hilarious, and/or your life is pathetic, you can take a screen shot and blog about it ;)
So here I am. I have gotten 54 matches (meaning, 54 people that I have indicated I would be interested in getting to know have also indicated they would be interested in getting to know me). Out of those 54 people, only 9 have started actually having a (text) conversation with me (big step, you 9 people, big step, great job). And out of those 9, only 1 has tried to set up an actual meeting/date with me. I have initiated a text conversation with 3 of them, and some have not even responded! This is flabbergasting to me. FLABBERGASTING.
Why? Let's analyze this situation/circumstance.
1. We both know we find the other person at the least, minimally attractive.
2. We know the other person will most likely not reject us.
AND YET
nothing happens!
Aside from those 54 minimally attractive/normal-looking individuals, the other 1 million people I have swiped through have been similar to the one's below. At the risk of being a total jerk and making fun of real? people, I have taken screen shots of their profiles just so you can humor me and feel my pain in knowing what a 28-year-old girl is swimming through right now here in Salt Lake City (and I'm guessing the world). I have left comments below each picture.
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| ARE YOU REALLY EIGHTEEN? WHY ARE YOU ON HERE. YOU LOOK 12. |
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| This is really how you want to present yourself? |
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| Are you real? |
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| Sorry, I can't see you because half your face is covered in smoke. Oh wait, you wanted it like that? |
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| Thank you, Erik, for the carrot costume. I really was needing my vegetables. |
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| Wow. |
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| I have always wanted to be with someone who dresses up like bunnies and carries around beer cans. PLEASE DATE ME! |
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| I feel so Emo just looking at this. |
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| Your hair is hotter than mine. That's a no. |
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| And your hair is either hotter than mine, or you photo-shopped it on, both of which are unacceptable. |
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| Yes please. |