But with the advent of technology, "dating" doesn't exist anymore.
In today’s technology-centric world — where everyone’s phone seems surgically attached to their hand — dating websites and apps are how modern singles find other singles.
Normally, this would be a great thing, as technology makes things better.
But when it comes to love, all technology does is leave a wake of emotional destruction, disconnection, and false positives. An article on highlights how Tinder has signaled a “dating apocalypse” because it doesn’t promote actual “dating” — it promotes hookups based on physical appearance.
This week they came out with some interesting local stats. Well, I’ve dated some of them (most I’ve met at events), I’ve even rejected some. Many have thought that I was in love with them because I was friendly. Some have made my stomach turn in disgust while others made me want to punch their lights out. I won’t say which ones I did try but I tried a couple. I put in my generic profile information and description that I use for most sites.
Apparently, there are 988 eligible millionaires in Ottawa. Needless to say, not many great experiences with said millionaires. I’ve even, out of curiosity of course, purely for research purposes ;), been on them. I put a couple of nice pictures of myself but I did add that I wasn’t looking to be taken care of financially.
It also made me chuckle because they based these stats on one of the millionaire dating sites, you know the ones, the sugar daddy ones. I do like to be spoiled, I mean who doesn’t, but I can take care of myself just fine. I was quite surprised to see that I wasn’t that popular at first. I had a friend who was much younger put in her profile too and she was a hit.
Apparently, women in their 20’s have more success 😉 particularly if they’re damsels in distress.They were quite shallow and materialistic, always talking about their cars and houses and trips and acquisitions. These days I stick to meeting men the old fashioned way and date normal guys that I can be myself around. What I saw on there was what is best described as “a bunch of squirrels trying to get a nut”. That’s what all those people on the site are doing.It reminded me of that squirrel Scrat in that movie … The girls especially who will do and say anything to get that designer handbag or that nice bottle of champagne.By then, Morrison knew she was dealing with a scammer."The story was getting more and more bizarre," she says.When I first started writing online (it’s been about five years, which feels like a long time and makes me feel like Grandma Internet) I was always so shocked when an Internet troll would crawl out from under its bridge and try to eat my face off. So you REALLY have to decide if it’s worth it to respond.