#datingapps

[widow-widown]

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I am a mature, fit professional divorced since three years now who wants to enjoy life.

[margueritesauvage]

Action from the "#HarleyQuinn wrecks #datingapps" short story I wrote & draw for #Batman the Brave and the Bold #18 :)

[seniorsingleslove]

"I Love you more than my own skin." 

[datingoldwoman]

Dating Mature

Hi. I'm Audrey. I'm really into musoc and love going to concerts. When I'm not working, you can find me exploringnew hiking trails tryingout new recipes.

[dating-mature]

I am kind, loving and caring lady.I like music, swimming, camping and biking.

[seniors-match]

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Fun, full figured lady who's ready to meet her partner.

[theeroticmuse]

Hey Cutie! 😘 Bist du bereit für eine wilde und sinnliche Zeit?

[unfiltered-and-unmatched]

The Dating Drought

Between college degrees, passionate career endeavors, and gorgeous high cheekbones, I am appalled by the sheer number of single women in this godforsaken town—catches that could put major league baseball players into the Hall of Fame. After endlessly scrolling through social media and listening to the dating advice from foreign adversaries (men in the metropolitan area), I’ve come to the conclusion that they are just as stumped in the pursuit of dating. Good girls are few and far between. But among the women I see who are single, I’m stumped as well. There’s actually an oversaturation of amazing women seeking love, only to find a dead end. But is this a result of geographical luck? Would my small-town friends have better luck in a higher-population area?

I decided to hit the field. I joined a dating app, set my radius to 10 miles, and I’m hitting the X faster than I can blink. No offense to these available men—there’s potential there, sure. But would my high-achieving mentality ever stoop below my own personal standards just for the temporary satisfaction of a potential relationship? Would I expect my lovely single friends to do the same? Like, come on! We’ve worked so hard in our careers, focused entirely on ourselves like our Southern-coupled counterparts have suggested, and hold our heads up high. Why should we settle for less?

In a town with two universities, multiple businesses, and enough alcohol to kill a Victorian child, the answer still stands: we’re in a dating drought. I sat and observed with a friend of mine at a local bar where we lived vicariously through twenty-somethings in small black dresses. Our parasocial relationship began with a group of gorgeous girls celebrating a birthday. It started when a man with characteristically peculiar ears—tightly attached to his face—eyed me from across the bar. I swiftly diverted my eye contact, holding on to my high standards of detached earlobes, which is when the birthday girl’s friend wingmanned his departure from the possibility of a quick denial on my part.

Their temporary flirtation-ship began with glances, shots, and a photo-op with the prettiest princess at the party. She was an exceptionally gorgeous girl, looking for a story to share with her gang of costumed friends in the morning over sugar free vanilla cold brew and vape hits. Then, there it was: an arm grab that traveled towards the small of her waist, which had my friend and I cackling from our bar stools tucked away in the corner.

Then, my sober, dry January night was interrupted by a close friend with his own girl drama. My appreciation for the average-looking man bagging the "It" girl of the night was put on pause while we brought in the armada of advice to my once-intern and his anxious attachment style—a story for another time. We made our way to another bar to infiltrate on another mission. Once there, between drunken shouts on dated karaoke microphones and green tea shots, we were once again in the presence of our birthday party group. Now, my friend and I regained our focus on observing the interaction of the night. Will the tiny ear man and birthday girl kiss?

Distracted, I turned my head and returned my gaze to another girl (lets call her bangs) in her group, alone, in the corner with the ear man while birthday girl was sharing hugs and downing libations. Bangs had a strategic hand on his forearm, which became a forceful hand behind his neck, which led to a passionate make-out session with attached earlobe man. That’s when the birthday girl also caught a glimpse. My friend and I were shouting in disbelief—her friend with the bangs stole her spotlight... ON HER BIRTHDAY! We couldn’t believe it. Birthday girl mouthed “It’s fine! It’s fine!” and bangs returned “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The tiny-eared man put his hands up in surrender as his exit was queued. Meanwhile, a model-esque member of the crew was in her own passionate make-out session with a self-obsessed yet strange med student, known to be 'for everyone' (another story for another time) and a good 3 inches shorter than her. But once all the welcomed men became aware of the tense atmosphere between the girls, they scattered like roaches. And the med student nabbed the birthday girls cowboy hat on the way out! Like let the girl have something!! Anything!!

The moral of this story is much deeper than two mid-twenties girls spying on a group instead of pursuing their own men for the night.

Look, I’m sure this guy had a lot going for him, but based on what we observed, his accolades weren’t a topic of conversation that night. Yet, these beautiful girls—who seemed like long-time friends—went head to head in competition for his tiny earlobes. As if a scarcity of average-looking men had led these girls to a land where no beautiful girl must walk, shattering friendships over guys. I’m sure they’re still friends, although I think that the birthday girl deserves a friend better than that. But that's a lesson she’ll have to learn. On top of that they were left with nothing. A positive fun night of celebration turned into a party pooped from cold hearted looting done by the most average looking men with god complexes.

Our dating drought has left us girls parched, quenching our thirst at the cost of precious female camaraderie. We must do better. We need military-level intervention. As my friend just put it, “Men are stupid, and girls are mean,” and this narrative needs a rewrite.

I truly believe we have been infiltrated ladies, and the men know that this is the current state of dating and are using it to their advantage. It's honestly a really smart move, and I will give credit where credit is due. You don't even have to think about it that hard. The desperation of girls wanting long term partners is caricatured and taunted in tiktoks and tweets. And men truly think girls deserve it. That we played and prodded with their hearts for decades, and these are the reparations. My friend even concluded that we are dealing with the generation of men who's grandfathers dodged the draft. That put a whole lot into perspective for me.

Men want to be chased and treated like the prize. They want their cake and they want to eat it all. An angel loses its wings every time I see a hot girl fold for the most average men like a lawn chair. And I am not exempt from this scenario, I've been there more than I would like to admit. At 16, at 21, at 23. It took me a few tries before I finally put down the pipe. Now that I'm a little older, and I've finally mustered up the courage to just walk away. It's gotten to the point where I will just hand them a tampon or some lip gloss whenever they tell me to text them if I want to hang out, or when they ask me to pick them up, or worst of all, "will you be my sugar momma?" in a joking manner that sends a full body shiver down my spine. It's sinister. Are we doomed? Will the modern day young man change? Do we even want them now? Where are the men that actually like women anymore? Have they ever? Please let me know your thoughts.

[tylerlolong]

Always crop, friends!

[bearlywes]

Just a tiny vent here but why are men so bad at communicating? Like I begrudgingly use dating apps because there are no third spaces for gay men and I don't drink nor like clubbing. I match with guys and then message and never hear anything back or it is one or two word responses and I just give up and block them. Like maybe I am just verbose using full sentences and trying to have a conversation making me the outlier but damn does it suck. At the end of the day it is whatever because I am fine being alone and happy with myself but at the same time wouldn't mind someone in my life. They say there are plenty of fish in the sea but I think it is cruelty to fish comparing them to these men because fish probably have more brain power lol

[widow-widown]

I am a nice and easy going person who wants the best in life.

[margueritesauvage]

More from the short "#HarleyQuinn wrecks #datingapps" story I wrote & draw for #Batman the Brave and the Bold #18 :)

[seniorsingleslove]

Hi I'm divorced and willing to find Love again.

[datingoldwoman]

Dating Older Women

#linkbio

I like taking walks, reading books, outdoor gardening, yard work, conversing with friends and family and laughing as much each day as possible.

[dating-mature]

I am a nice and easy going person who wants the best in life.