#ONline dating

[datinghotgranny]

Tips for Older Singles Dating Online

1. Create a High-Quality Profile: Start with a strong profile. Choose a photo that truly represents you as your main picture, and fill out the "About Me" and "About My Match" sections honestly. A genuine profile attracts genuine connections and encourages others to reach out to you.

2. Be Cautious of Scammers: Watch out for profiles that seem “too perfect.” Don't share too much personal information too soon, especially at the beginning. Take your time to get to know someone before disclosing details about yourself.

3. Plan a Safe First Meeting: When the conversation is going well online, consider setting up an in-person date. Before meeting face-to-face, have a video call to ensure familiarity and comfort. This simple step can make your first meeting feel more natural and enjoyable.

4. Keep Conversations Light and Positive: Start with light topics and focus on shared interests. This helps build a natural connection and keeps interactions enjoyable.

5. Stay Patient and Enjoy the Process: Online dating can take time, so be patient. Approach it with an open mind and a positive attitude, and remember that each interaction is a step toward finding the right match.

[the-sapphic-painter]

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[hermajestyimher]

Stop going on dating apps. Are you not tired of the humiliating experience of putting yourself in platforms where undesirable men have the opportunity to embarrass you, lie to you, and have access to you without putting any real effort? Ladies, this new generation of men resent you and are jealous of you, and dating apps are one of the main means they use to get an ego boost out of mistreating women.

The men that we want are not wasting their time taking selfies and pretending to be baddies online, swiping left and right. They are out in the real world working, building wealth and a name for themselves. These men won’t feel the need to compete with you and will be effortlessly attracted to your womanhood in its entirety.

I know it’s hard not to fall for the trap of online dating when loneliness is at all-time high nowadays and downloading an app seems so easy and convenient, but we must remember that nothing positive usually comes from them and we are too good to be putting ourselves in those platforms. Delete the apps and don’t look back.

[70sscifiart]

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[starrynight-mantarays]

I saw this tik tok about how Izuku and Bakugou were online dating in middle school and imagine that in highschool Izuku is like, "Oh! Yeah let me just tell my boyfriend that I'll be late to call" and Bakugou is like 'oh yeah, I have to do that too' but doesn't say that bc no one knows he's dating someone, and they both send it at the same time and their phone goes off and they look at each other, realizing that.. they might be dating each other..

[adviceformefromme]

RETIRE FROM BEING A ‘GO WITH THE FLOW’ TYPA WOMAN…

So here’s the thing, going with the flow, has served you… up until a certain point. Up until your heart is screaming 'speak up, ask what’s going on, ask what his intentions are, ask him what is truly up'…

But then you go seek advice from the culture..Telling you, not to ask - If a man is interested he will let you know, if a man wants you he will show you. And while this all might be true.. What if you are in fact with the wrong man? What if you are ‘going with the flow’ and he is not truly interested....What about regardless of him you have signals in your body you are ignoring? You can feel something in you, screaming SPEAK UP. And this is where you have to burn what is being told..and listen to your heart. Listen clearly because it is guiding you to peace, to freedom, to living your best life. So quit being a go-with-flow. A rose has thorns for a reason. You have to be intentional to pick a rose. Thorns are there for protection. You have to enforce boundaries so you can't be picked and thrown by every-and-anyone. Your voice becomes the thorn. Even if your voice shakes, speak up, ask questions. Filter the real from fake. This will allow those with no intentions for you, for your wellbeing to quickly fall to the sidelines making way for what is real, what is true, and what is meant for you without wasting any of your precious moments. 

[slavicbabydoll7]

a hot make-out sesh with him would fix all my problems

[shamrockqueen]

Omega Retreat : Chapter 3

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Omega reader

Warnings : R18, Eventual Smut, reference to physical ailments

Word count : 2083

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Summary : As an unmarked and lonely omega you find a flyer for a service called The Omega Retreat.

You are paired with a compatible alpha to spend your heat or just a week at a luxurious cabin at a forest resort. Amenities and Utilities included. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, fresh air, as well as the company of an alpha of your choosing. What could possibly go wrong?

You tried to focus on your work, but you found yourself losing focus time and time again. Your eyes kept leaving the dull glow of your computer monitor to steal glances at your phone.

“You seem distracted.”

Her tone was playful, but the abrupt interruption still had you jumping in your seat. Your boss had snuck up behind you easily as you were rechecking your email on your phone.

“Geez, we’ll have to string a bell around you if you're going to sneak up on people.” You laughed back, reassured by her coy smile.

“Something’s got you in a good mood.” She hummed behind you.

“Oh, yeah I guess.” You try to hide your pink cheeks, too embarrassed over getting caught texting a new flame like a love-struck teenager.

“All the girls can smell the change. Even the betas, dear.” She sang back.

“Who is he?” She tried to hide her beaming smile behind the back of her hand as she leaned over on the wall of your cubicle.

You scoff, trying to cover your warm cheeks as you answer. “You sound more excited than my mother was.”

She gasped with a wide smile, like a schoolgirl getting gossip from a friend. Omega’s always connected more closely, and it warmed your heart that she could be equally happy for you. So, when she leaned in for a hint of another scent that may have been left to linger on your skin, you quickly answered the anticipation in her eyes.

“We haven’t met in person yet; you're not going to catch a whiff of him, so don’t bother trying.” You laughed up at her before she pulled away.

“No fun. You could at least tell me what he is.” You knew it had to be the question bugging her the most.

You hesitated for a second, biting back on your lip before whispering back, “An alpha.”

“I knew it!” She nearly jumped with delight, leading you to try and shush her before the other cubicles were privy to your personal business.

It made you happy that you could feel like you had bonds even at work, and we’re thankful for her gentle omega nature.

“Keep your voice down.”

“I’m sorry; I’m just so happy for you. After everything, I just..”

You didn’t want her to finish that sentence. Luckily for you, she wouldn’t, looking back into your saddened eyes instead. “I’m just so happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

“You think you’ll meet him soon?”

You chuckled alongside her, glad to have the conversation shift back to a lighter tone.

“We’ll see. We’ll see.” You shoo at her, hoping to get some of the work she’d given you done today.

She gets the message, realizing she’d been gushing for too long and had work of her own.

“Fine, but I expect an invite to that wedding.”

It was the last you heard of her before she walked back to her office.

You smiled back at your computer, a drab Excel sheet still painted over its background. You sighed back at it until a telltale ding rang across your previously ignored phone.

A relationship with an alpha was still scary, but Bucky seemed to dampen those worries every time you looked at his photo blipping over your screen.

You pulled the phone towards you to glance over the notification of Bucky’s message.

“I wait to see you tonight.” You read along with the small message box.

You ran your fingernail along the power button before pressing on it, letting the passcode window light up the screen before tapping on a handful of numbers.

You looked back at the few cubicles behind you, making sure you had a moment to answer.

“Me either. I can’t focus on work,” you typed fervently.

“I’d rather meet you in person, Omega." The message pops up in the next second.

You let out a breathy chuckle with a smile, still in disbelief that you could be his omega even in text.

“I know. Hopefully soon, but I’m excited about our video date.”

You were more than excited; it was all you could think about as the hours ticked away slower than they normally would. When 5 p.m. finally rolled around, you nearly lept from your seat. You nearly forgot to shut off your computer before grabbing your stuff and rushing away.

A giddy drive home was a delightful change of pace, spurring you to drive just a tick above the speed limit as you neared your little house.

You fly through the house, letting the door slam behind you before tossing your purse over the couch. You stumbled past the mirror, only to twist back towards it after catching sight of your messy hair.

Your fingers only tangle into it as you fight to take it out of its messy bun. You only tied it up halfway through the day for a little comfort, only to ruin all the work you put into it that morning.

You didn’t have any time to fuck with it now, yet you continue to burn through the few seconds you have left trying to tame your tired looks. Could each flyaway be seen through your laptop's webcam?

You stopped for a second, closing your eyes and sucking in an uneven breath before looking back up at your reflection.

You looked red—nothing new, of course—but not a face you wanted him to see, and yet there wasn’t anything you could do to fight it except to finally calm down.

Your hair wasn’t bad, and your reflection wasn’t meant to scare you, and as you continued to breathe, that red blush began to fade. You can do this.

You leave the mirror, setting your eyes on the laptop still sitting on the coffee table. You lowered yourself to the sofa to sit as comfortably as possible before pulling the computer to your lap and switching it on.

A brief photo of you with your arm wrapped around your mother’s shoulder flashed in the background of your screen before you set up the video call.

It was just more of those bouncing dots with a different ring as it all danced along a blue screen. You held your breath, waiting patiently for his image to take over. Yet, when the square zoomed over the page and movement took over your screen, every ounce of air seemed to force its way from your lungs.

He was there, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiling at his own screen as you gave a shocked smile.

“Hi!”

You mouthed back an overwhelmed ‘hi’ as you watched him intently. Your mouth moved in an attempt to form words, but you were far too mesmerized by the real alpha on your screen. That is, until his smile fell.

“Is your sound on? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” You were quick to reassure him, wanting desperately to see that smile set upon you again.

Just as you hoped, it was back in an instant after hearing your voice.

“Sorry, I was just a little speechless for a second.” You blinked at his image, wanting to make sure it was real as you spoke to it. “It’s amazing to finally see the real you. Not that I thought your photos were fake..uh it’s just.” You fought your way through your ramblings as he chuckled at your giddy and nervous demeanor.

“No, I know what you mean. It’s so exciting to finally see you, Omega.”

It was like a dream, finally laughing and talking where you could see one another and study each of his expressions as he took each word that left your stuttering lips. Hours pass, and the conversation continues to burn through the night as it’s carried happily between the two of you.

It was so much better, but not nearly enough. A frustration shared by both you and him began to show as the veneer hiding it broke away.

“But, I wanna bury my face in your neck.” His voice deepens, showing a glimpse at a small possessive side. It was something you’d initially feared from an alpha.

“I gotta see you for real.”

It’s so sudden, you could hardly believe it would always be like this for omegas, but how could someone who had shut themselves away for so long really know?

You think back on what others spoke of during their tales of pleasure and even the more harrowing words from your physician only a few weeks prior. They’d cut off your suppressants ‘for your own safety’, and urged you to seek a sexual partner in the most blatant terms. But, they weren’t wrong, and with another possibly fatal heat on the horizon, you had to make a very difficult choice.

“Maybe we should. It's just...” You stopped for a second to calm yourself. “It hasn’t been very long, and you're already..so smitten.”

“Can you blame me?” His voice rang low over the speaker yet still sang through your worries so melodically.

His tone drops, becoming more serious and heavy, so much so that it only echos the ever-grave voice that bounced around the back of your mind. “What are you scared of?”

It hit close to home, like he could be looking right through you and seeing every mounting fear you tried so hard to bottle up.

“It's just, with a heat coming in a couple weeks..” you tried to ignore the breaking of your own voice as you spoke. You didn’t want this to be the reason why, and you didn’t want it to be so soon that you two had to meet or finally be intimate. “...and I just don’t want to rush things. But I agree; maybe we should consider meeting in person soon."

You fought not to let your true emotions show and not to let your true fears come to light in front of him. It was a relief when his face lit up with so much joy. He just stared back at you, his eyes beaming through the screen.

You could nearly cry. After ripping off this first bandage, it was such a relief that you finally felt you could breathe properly. You chuckled happily together, taking in each other's joyous reaction when he finally spoke again.

“I can send you an invitation right away. I can be there for you.” He spoke so passionately, looking at you with big, wet blue eyes before typing away at the keys on his keyboard.

“W-what invitation?” You nearly coughed on the words as they left your throat.

You do think back on the vacation packages on the original website and how they boasted about safety as well as elegance. The thought of having that kind of special getaway with the Alpha often, finally seeing Bucky where the sun could hit his skin instead of in the glow of your laptop monitor.

But, he was still technically a stranger, in spite of the two of you consistently sharing messages over the course of several weeks. Running away with him seemed, in the most juvenile sense, stupid. Yet, a twinge in your stomach urged you to leap at his offer.

“It is such a beautiful resort.” You chuckled nervously. You recalled all the photos you’d scrolled through before he’d matched you on the website.

“I’ll meet you anywhere you want me to, Omega. I just want to feel you so bad.” The low drag of his voice wasn’t unfamiliar by now, after having heard similar sentiments during a steamier exchange over a phone call. You felt a little embarrassed as your skin started to flush again.

“I don’t want to make you spend that much money on me.”

"This is not about money. I just want everything to be perfect for you.”

You try to force yourself to speak, but each word falls flat on your tongue. He was offering you what felt like a lifeline with open arms. You never wanted something like this to progress so damn quickly, but maybe you were really that desperate. Maybe you were really that scared.

It was so nice to be wanted, and by him especially, an alpha unlike any other you’d ever met. You still wanted time to think about it, but what time do you have left before a possible disaster? The date of your heat was growing closer, but you had to afford at least a night to ponder something like this.

“C-can I have a few days to think about it?”

Chapter 4

Tag list : @serendipitouslife90 @unicornicopia1 @bethyruth @scott-loki-barnes @wintrsoldrluvr @buckysdoll85 @lendeluxe @meowmeowyoongles @heletsmelovehim @mcira @buckysbaby-doll

[giro-x]

it shouldn't take this long, but it was worth the laugh

[feeldco]

[datinghotgranny]

Important Tips for Mature Women Navigating Online Dating

1. Be Authentic: 

- Share your true self and interests in your profile. Authenticity attracts like-minded individuals and fosters genuine connections.

2. Choose Reputable Sites: 

- Opt for dating platforms that prioritize safety and user verification, like OlderWomenDating, where profiles are thoroughly vetted.

3. Engage in Meaningful Communication: 

- Initiate conversations that go beyond small talk. Ask questions and discuss your expectations to gauge compatibility before meeting.

4. Trust Your Instincts: 

- Pay attention to your gut feelings. If something feels off or uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to move on from that connection.

5. Keep an Open Mind: 

- Approach online dating with flexibility and a sense of humor. Embrace the journey and enjoy the new connections you make, even if they don’t lead to romance.

[makethiscanon]

Ask For Angela: Barman!Gally x Reader

Barman!Gally who's working a double because his shank of a co-worker pulled a sicky.

Thirteen hours in, and two broken glasses under his belt, suddenly you're at the bar asking for Angela.

Shuck knows who that is but she doesn't work here.

You're looking perplexed, asking for her again with more determination, your gaze flickering behind you constantly.

He figures it's a prank and tells you to get lost.

"Please." You beg. "Angela. You know? Angela?" You lower your voice. "Don't you have the Angela thing here?"

You shut up when a guy comes to stand beside you, his arm snaking your waist.

Gally notices your shift in attitude, cocking an eyebrow as he pours someone else's order.

You're still looking his way. Eyes pleading. Doing your best to shuffle from your date's grip.

... oh. Angela.

"Angela wants to speak to you out back. Do you wanna come through?"

Gally opens the bar gate as he speaks.

You nod.

You try to shuffle through but your date isn't having it. He tells Angela to come out here if she's so desperate to talk to you.

Suddenly you look terrified.

Gally's working a double. He doesn't have the patience for this.

As your date takes hold of your arms to stop you getting free of him, Gally reaches across the counter.

Without a second thought, he bounces your date's head off the bar.

As other patrons shout and squeak in alarm, Gally escorts you through to the back.

He sits you down in the break room and grabs you a glass of water.

"Does that slinthead know where you live?"

Shaken by the events, you can only shake your head.

Gally orders you a taxi and sits with you in the back until it arrives, happy to let his co-workers take the flack for his absence.

He let's you out the back door when it arrives, and walks with you to the taxi to make sure you aren't followed.

"Take care of yourself. Make sure you block that guy, yeah?"

Gally feels uneasy sending you off alone, but he's got a job to do, and a mess to clean up back at the bar.

He doesn't expect to see you again.

Imagine his surprise a few days later when you show up at the bar with a bunch of flowers to say thank you.

Imagine his even bigger surprise when, on inspecting the gift, he finds a card with your phone number on it nestled amongst the flowers.

Well done Angela, you wonderful woman.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[jadagul]

Excerpts from dating profiles I swiped left on:

"If you're a white man who's lucky enough to match with me, make sure to bring offerings".

"I heal my ancestral trauma by dominating white men and making them do things that improve the environment."

(These were two different profiles, seen within the space of a day or two.)

[heterorealism]

[spiritchill]

Too old for this ish too. 😪

[asshole-rebel-psycho]

The older I get the more I realize these things about dating.

I have been trying to have deep connections and stimulating conversations for some time.

This doesn't seem to work. Especially on dating apps for I guess obvious reasons.

But as an observant, shy, lonely and somewhat intelligent person ( who happens to be gay) I have unfortunately never found love or relationships myself.. I have only seen it through other people

It's pretty apparent that dating is for simple people. I don't mean this in an arrogant way but a majority of individuals seem to not take the question asking part of dating seriously. Idk if this is due to them not being attracted, busy, simple minded or a more narcissistic culture but it is apparent to me that the closer these people are to my location, the less they are willing to learn more about me.

I wonder why that is? 🤔 I've had plenty of engaging online, non dating app conversations with people all over the world.

So part of me thinks that this is due to our new emotionless, soulless culture. Because this problem only exists when I engage with potential matches that can turn into reality.

The need for connection is still there. Fear is holding us back.

Why are people so afraid of reality? What are they running from? Themselves? Other people? Is the world in such a bad place right now that we feel like if we make a connection we know it will probably end up broken like the society we live in? 💔

The more I observe dating and other people's love lives the more it is apparent to me that deep, intellectual, stimulating conversations are not a part of the game AT ALL.

( take it as a grain of salt but from my observations dating goes like this)

One, attraction is the 1# thing! Because if you don't have it there is no fuel to get anything going. The car won't even get out of the lot. Especially off apps.

Secondly, the man usually takes action by getting the girl on the date as fast as possible..he has to woo her by showing her a fun, spontaneous, adventurous, humorous, and flirtatious time.

It is usually filled with banter, funny nostalgic stories, flirting and none of that would even matter if the two ( especially the man who usually carries the convo) was not attracted.

You can seriously make anything work with mutual sexual attraction. I've seen two plain and boring people talk for hours about nothing but because they had those saucer eyes for eachother it just worked! They definitely don't talk about work or deep concepts.

So the man drains his ( or if hes in his 20s) his daddy's resources on the girl to have a "fun" time..meanwhile his sexual motivation is keeping it going because she obviously has many other options.

The girl then looks pretty and vets if he is worthy for a LTR.

If so, she gets brought into this new, advantageous, silly, successful man's life and uses him as a tool to get away from her boring and domesticated life. She uses him for fun, community, hobbies and eventually family.

She uses his resources as a way to post on tiktok, fb and ig to show off to all of her friends " look at the amazing, good looking and successful guy I am able to get" mostly to show status as a woman and to make her friends jealous..because they were mean to her in the past.

None of her *connection* to her man has pretty much anything to do with conversation. ( sounds harsh I know but hear me out)

If you doubt this why do men and women immediately separate at Christmas parties and work events?

Have you ever observed a straight guy talking to a straight girl before? At any age?

It's usually a girl talking with her friends about things that doesn't interest him and his eyes roll over astrology and the girl eye rolling about video games or sports banter. Exc...

It's pretty obvious how for 95% of the population..male and female worlds have NOTHING to do with eachother. And want NOTHING to do with eachother except for what each gender lacks...

Emotional support from the woman and financial stability from the man. What binds them is sex and what keeps them together is family.

This is why my nerdy lesbian ass has such a hard time with dating. Lol

In the typical female way I am relying too much on talking, not much action. And in a very unfair lesbian way I can't seem to find my opposite.

I am trying to find an intellectual match when I should just be finding my feminine opposite. I'm treating dating like lunch dates with friends, Like men discussing politics on the Titanic while smoking cigars.

Unless I want to talk to a mirror long conversation isn't the way to go.

Because it never was to begin with. This is the code I finally cracked. Lol 😆

I'll leave the cerebral banter and philosophical insights to the lonely, individualistic writer side of me..the side of many great minds in history...But even a great writer will drop his work like a hot potato as soon as he finds a woman he is undeniably in love with. 🥰

My point is to find my opposite not my reflection. And my opposite might surprise me with what they can give or know...even if it's not deep or extremely interesting to me. This goes for any gender. Love doesn't work that way.