I found myself messaging several potential dates (and I also found myself on the receiving end of some comical messages, particularly ones regarding my affinity for pickles — the food.) My very first date was with a guy whose profile picture was in black and white ("Artsy! We met at the iconic Slaughtered Lamb Pub in the West Village. It looks like this, and I assumed it was a metaphor for what was to come in my dating escapades: If there's one thing I'm positive about, it's that finding the right person is a numbers game." was a good seal-the-deal line at the end of the night.
While it sort of depletes the numbers facet, it certainly bodes well for those who want to start being more discerning with their love and sex lives. In fact, I was eating a salad in Whole Foods when I messaged him from my phone.
I went through a vicious cycle of deleting and undeleting my account, ultimately deciding that the only option was to have hope.
After all, every date I went on could have — potentially — been phenomenal. In early 2013, I read a book that changed the way I viewed dating.
(Although I admit that while I occasionally posted some abnormally flattering photos, I did have ample goofy, imperfect photos on my profile.) And it's okay if what's real seems completely flawed to others.
Once, a friend of mine was scouring my profile and told me that I talked too much about what I did and that I didn't sound chill.