Let me start off by telling you how disillusioned I am about online dating.
Keep in mind I've been writing this blog for more than eight years so it's fair to say I'm qualified on the subject.
1 January 2022 ticked over and I vowed to re-join Bumble.
I'd read the first Sunday in January - called Dating Sunday - was the busiest day of the year for swiping so I figured you gotta be in it to win it.
However, seven days in and I'm already re-thinking my decision of putting myself back out there for another year of disappointment.
I've been bombarding a friend with screenshots of the ridiculous and downright bizarre things guys are looking for (at least writing in their profiles).
I am a sane, single, 41-year-old woman living in Brisbane looking for a long-term relationship.
But being faced with these laughable excuses for profiles (and potential suitors) I am not feeling optimistic with the start to 2022.
I need to get one thing straight.
I'm not looking for my better half or other half. I take offence to that.
I am already whole and don't need anybody else to complete me.
What I am looking for is an intellectual equal, who's nice, treats me well, has things in common with and can add to my already great life.
Let me give you a glimpse into what I am dealing with.
Here are some excerpts from profiles (what people are looking for in a partner):
- Making fun of stupid people
- Bitter sarcasm
- Listening to sad songs
- Taking my meds so the thing doesn't happen
- Staying on the wagon
- Anti-vaxxers - I'm hoping you aren't vaccinated. Red flag right there
- Not vanilla
- ENM/poly
- Looking for sensual adventures and more
- No jackhammering at this locale
- Looks are important, conversation is great, but it really is banter that lets panties run free
This my friends, is how my first seven days of 2022 played out.
Lord, give me strength.
