Online dating twenties
Plenty of these whippersnappers have taken to heart that time is a construct that does not actually exist—which is to say that age differentials don’t matter so long as he’s hot for you.
I started out swiping right on dashing 24-year-old guys who do that rowing-boats-as-a-sport thing—because arms and stamina don’t stop being hot just because I remember the first Bush administration—but I didn’t expect anything to come from it.
The most interesting and abundant comments I get are about two photos in particular—one where I’m wearing an (admittedly extremely cool) A$AP Rocky sweatshirt, and another in which I'm wholesomely raking my yard in grey leggings, a black coat, and a clearly enthusiastic attitude for fall foliage.
On the topic of raking lawns, it reminds me, naturally, that we are all on a slow and unstoppable march toward death, a fact that we think about more often as we get older.
I am guilty too of once thinking that this demographic was a bunch of boneheads who just want to talk about installation art, listen to the Weeknd, and willfully ignore their text messages, but I was so very wrong.
I was 21 years old when I started online dating, but I felt more like 20-FUN years old, if you get my meaning.
(My meaning is that I was probably drinking too much and I didn’t know that about half the men in New York who claimed to be “fashion photographers” just, like, owned a reasonable camera and once had a tall girlfriend, but I thought I was so lucky to date them.)My dating profile photo collections back then were all lecherous, suggestive open-mouthed smiles and shrink-wrapped American Apparel ensembles worn to what may have been actual honest-to-God raves.
In turn, I was greeted with plenty of lecherous, suggestive messages from the sea of potential dates that made explicit reference to these photos and then proceeded quickly to proposition me for what would be dubbed “Netflix and chill” in later generations.
This time around, as much as I wanted to set thirst traps for all men within a 30-mile radius to prove I’m keeping it tight, I opted for form-fitting but less overtly sexy outfits for my photos.
Before I got married, I tried just about every dating site out there.