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When 2015 began, I told myself, perhaps some day, I would start the year and decide, “This is it. This is the year I want to fall in love!” It has yet to happen. The closest I have come to this was telling a girlfriend, I should look into freezing my eggs soon.
I have downloaded and deleted Tinder so many times. I have concluded, Tinder is simply my digital look book and some people look good only because of their hair. People do not go to bed with pomade and floppy Harry Styles hair does not last forever. Besides, I don’t even look like my photos. They are my faces alright but I hate taking photos.
However, I have poor facial judgement.
“Is he cute?”
- “I don’t know. He is not horrendous looking.”
People are turning to dating apps. It is still taboo. The city is filled with people but no one has time. A girlfriend (who is smart and attractive) told me she really has no time to go out nor try her luck among the thousands of people on the street and hope Cupid has kept a spare arrow for her. Hence, she has turned to algorithm and good filters.
I have befriended a person on Tinder (how is that even possible) and it gets a bit awkward when questions get passed around the table on how everyone met. But let’s be honest, going out to find someone is almost impossible. It requires serendipity. Serendipity is like finding $10 note on the floor especially for you. It happens but rarely. When it does, I am hoping to spend it on a cab ride to my dream employment.
Last night, after having had enough of emails from Badoo, I decide to log in. They have made it so easy. Just a click on the link in your email and you are logged in. There, I found my photo from four years ago. A more baby-faced happier looking girl.
Do all these guys like this girl? Because she doesn’t exist anymore.
She has grown up. I deleted all photos except one that still looked like me. Then, I mistakenly uploaded all the photos from the Instagram folder in Facebook (what the hell, Badoo? Shouldn’t the preset be all photos are unselected? While we are at it, is there any way to mass delete photos?)
I found the column of messages across four years and I suddenly remember why I signed up, a German pen pal thought it would be a good idea. The last time I thought a social media place was dodgy, it turned into Facebook.
There were alerts on visitors to your page in the form of pixelated faces. The only option was to Play Encounters or pay with my telephone bill or credit card.
Right then, it dawned on me — am I willing to pay for a chance and a shot at love? Not really.
At the moment, I have had a chat, rejected a couple chats, received a couple matches, more pixelated Liked You. It has been 14 hours since I first did my profile. I think my ego has been boosted quite a bit. That’s quite enough. I need to stop convincing myself that I am interested in any of these.
Have you given online dating a chance?
