When I choose to engage in that world, I’m letting myself behave a certain way.I begin to think of women as “swipeable” rather than respectable and worthy of my commitment.We all know how easy Tinder and similar apps have made it to begin and end vain “relationships.” But are they to blame for the so-called dating apocalypse that to blame for my problems.
I don’t think enough of her or of myself to decline an invitation to nothing more than one night.
My desire for a real relationship with someone is overruled by my sex drive. The fact is, if I want the dating landscape to improve—hell, if I want my own life to improve—I ought to look in that mirror of mine and decide it’s time to change.
I got over that about as quickly as I was able to see how many attractive females were available to me now with just the click of a mouse. My first online date, Cynthia, was cute enough and personable enough but nothing to write home about.
Plus, she gave me a little too much hell for being late, and that was all the excuse I needed to move on.
“Hookup culture, which has been percolating for about a hundred years, has collided with dating apps, which have acted like a wayward meteor on the now dinosaur-like rituals of courtship,” Nancy Jo Sales explains in her recent article entitled “Tinder and the Dawn of the ‘Dating Apocalypse.’” I don’t know about you, but for me, following the travails of the modern dating scene in Sales’ exposé was a bit like driving past a car crash; I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.