Modern Dating
Back in the swing of dating in my mid -twenties and let me tell you this... it's awfully fun and entertaining but emphasis on the fucking awful part.
Let me tell you this much - social media & dating apps have absolutely ruined the spark of this nonsense as it feels like we just let that alien from Rick and Morty develop his app. Nobody is actually happy and nobody knows what they want.
Dating in Boston and being racially ambiguous has me feeling like some type of hot commodity in the non-basic YT girl and women of color communities. This rings especially true when compared to Mike O’Flanagan and Donny Hammered-all-the-time who go to the same 3 bars in Southie every weekend. Add in the Seaport douchebags and you realize why none of these women want to date Boston guys.
In terms of which apps to use I’ve come to terms with Hinge being the only normal one, Bumble being useless and Tinder being filled with bots & odd souls I could not make up in this blog if I tried. If you find yourself using Facebook date, any of the tiktok advertised dating apps or snapchat just go ahead and sign up for e-harmony because you need a remedial dating course.
My inner douche has contrived four levels of where dates inevitably find themselves.
Contenders
few dates have been had and there is a genuine connection
playing it by ear (their rules) in terms of when to hang
may have gone out with friends or done a cool event together
real potential for getting to “the talk”
Reaches
you acknowledge they are probably out of your league
you are in the midst of trying to set up the date / in talking stages
you are the reacher in the settler/reacher theory
Casuals
they will text you after the bar or mid week when they’re bored to hang and it’s ultimately an okay time
Skeletons in the closet
these used to be contenders/reaches and fizzled out but you might text them to see what they’re up to every once in awhile when you are down on the times
Concluding Thoughts
Ultimately, the hopeless romantic in me will continuously put myself out there as I am unafraid of heartbreak after the second one cause I’ve come to the realization there are a lot of boring people and only one person like me on this planet. Until I meet someone where that spirit feels kismet and kindred I will enjoy mediocre conversation over tea/coffee (they drink coffee I do not), beers, comedy shows and walks across the south end because c’mon who does not love that scenery.
Instant classic