Well, I got through my first three months of online dating using two apps, Tinder and Coffee Meets Bagel. Â I had eleven first dates, three second dates, and one third date. Â It was fun and I met a lot of great women. Â But it was exhausting. Â On one week, I arranged three dates on three consecutive nights. Â I hated this overbooked schedule but everyone in New York City seems so busy with their lives, Â that you come away feeling that if you don’t meet immediately, you will lose your chance to meet anyone, especiallyÂ with a hundred other potential matches close to theirÂ swiping fingertips.
Today, I feel sad, not in an extreme way, but just enough for it to be a “go to bed and eat ice cream from the carton while country music plays on the radio” day. Â There’s no reason to be sad. Â I’m impressed with myself and how successful I was, considering I haven’t gone on a real online date, well… forever. Â Best of all, I have a better idea of what I want.
I started out this enterprise with me selling myself to others, Â handing out”admit one” tickets to hundreds of Â women, trying to draw them into the carnival show. Â But that’s not how dating works. Â First comes the chaos of the carnival, and then, only when the dust settles and you find that special woman, do you hand out the one ticket that speaks directly from your heart, Â the ticket that reads “admit one.”
Time to go back into the fray – I just made a new first date for Thursday night.