I truly believed “Netflix and chill” was an even cheaper way to de-pressurize dating in a still sluggish post-recession economy; a romantic first act for the incredibly lazy and chronically underemployed.This naivety (which elicited an “Oh my god, that’s so adorable” from one friend, and a “Have you ever met people before??But the one thing those 900 matches haven’t yielded? And while it’s easy to point to Tinder and its intimacy-eschewing compatriots as the root cause, maybe the root cause was something else: me.In 900 matches — a number so staggering it would have been inconceivable to consider even ten years ago — I’d expected to date the way people used to ten years ago.Romance may not be dead, but it sure is swiping itself quickly into the grave, if the nine-app deep folder on my phone optimistically titled “Love [kissy face emoji]” is any indicator.
“It doesn’t need to be romantic, but you still need to know someone to hook up with them.
Two drinks deep and I’d all but forgotten about CBS dramas.‘Netflix and chill’ may not be a great first date.
Ultimately the pressure of such upfront expectations manages to add an extra layer of stress, rather than sex appeal.
Drink offers were upped to dinners, weeknights swapped out for weekends. I really may be on the wrong end of this generational gap.”The rest of the week didn’t go any differently; out of roughly 100 men propositioned over a seven-day period on Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, and Coffee Meets Bagel, I ended up going on exactly zero Netflix and chill dates (though I have set up six dinners over the course of three days next week).
If sex was power, my faux bravado had made me the Rihanna of Tinder.“I mean, sure, I’d be up for that,” offered my friend David, who recently turned 30, when I asked him if he’d shoot a woman down who offered to euphemistically Netflix and chill with him. Ready to throw in the towel after seven straight days of Tinder failure and a family dinner that had done little to abate my ever-increasing stress, I was ready to Netflix and chill with the one date that wouldn’t let me down: myself.
Men, for all their bravado of how easy it is to hookup these days, are overwhelmingly terrified by the idea of being propositioned simply for sex.