Dating amounted to small talk with a stranger, who you had briefly interfaced with online because you each thought the other attractive. The small talk was a prelude to hooking up, and there were no expectations even of a text the next day.
It was brutal. And after trying my hand at it, I was no closer to finding the love of my life or starting a family.
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That’s not a dating app. That’s a superior alternative to prostitution services for men.
Having said that: O my brothers, O my sisters, we were not made for this.