Surely, I thought, being able to “swipe” through potential prospects prior to meeting them would minimise the agonising tension of rejecting or being rejected face-to-face, and eliminate complete mismatches.Online and app-based dating has changed the way we interact with each other.
If you want to have a threesome in a pool of custard with two people dressed as robots, then you’ll find those people online.
Apart from feeling bad for them being socially impelled to take the initiative (with the exception of the rude ones who wouldn’t take no for an answer), I was struck by the arbitrariness of it all. You interact with the people who happen to be there, in the hope that one of them might be the sort of person you’d want to get to know better.
After the last guy – who stood uncomfortably close, smelled overwhelmingly of something like Lynx Africa and looked like his shirt was sprayed on from a can – strode back to his friends in a huff at rejected advances, I’d had enough.
About three years ago, I was sitting with a female friend in a bar on a frantic Saturday night in Dublin.
By the end of the night, several worse-for-wear men had wandered in our direction and attempted – some more ably than others – to strike up a conversation.