Dating Experiment

Raya, Hinge and a deep peek into my week on the apps.

So, there’s a new-new plan

Here I am at an art gallery. There were no men there. And yes, I have acne and no idea how to cover it up. Part of the problem?

A couple months ago, I got off the dating apps, considering the classic and accurate saying, crazy is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. I was going CRAZY.

Nine or so years on the apps, and never a relationship has sprung from the seeds. Infertile ground? All I ever got was weird stories. But then I thought about the popularity of my dating stories. And I do love to please my audience.

Maybe I’ve just been going about this all backwards.

Like a naive little lamb, I was cruising the apps in hopes of making a real romantic connection. To find an actual boyfriend. (Or girlfriend, for a minute, when I hadn’t had a crush on a dude for so long that I thought maybe I was gay.)

Unfortunately, I think I’m mostly straight. Not totally, but mostly. I know. Embarrassing. Anyway…

The new-new plan is to go on the apps w…