Like basically every person alive right now, I tried online dating.
I figured if I wasn't on there, I was missing out, missing an opportunity and missing finding my person.
You can't help, but think, "Damn, where have you been all my life? If by some crazy force of nature you guys do set a date and meet, chances are he is not who he claimed to be, or who you built him up to be.
His confident demeanor is replaced with one that is far less interesting, and not having the phone as an easy buffer shows you a much different person than the one you thought you had been chatting with.
I was holding myself back, I was playing up certain parts of myself, and playing down other characteristics, all so I could be more "desirable." I became who I thought I was supposed to be, not who I was.
I filtered myself in basically every way, and took what makes me uniquely special out of the equation, so I could be more "marketable." That isn't sexy, romantic or interesting.
Call me old-fahsioned, but I think there is something beyond romantic about meeting someone, one person, and courting each other.
Finding out about each other, focusing on just him and seeing where it could go.
While none of these apps call themselves games, it doesn't take much effort to realize that that is exactly what they are.
Video games, if you will, where you become the player, and everyone else is the game.
There was no energy, no butterflies, no eyes from across the room to say, "Hey, wait there's something special about this one, and we can't put our fingers on it." It was all brain, and no heart in who I decided to virtually flirt with.