I have a confession to make… I shortly went back on Tinder te a ogenblik of loneliness. I very quickly remembered what had caused mij to delete it, but only after getting a few dodgy messages and arranging an unsuccessful date. Unsuccessful because it never actually happened. Wij messaged, wij whatsapped, wij arranged a date and then rescheduled it because the man wasgoed unwell, he seemed genuinely disappointed not to be able to make it and wasgoed keen to rearrange another time, then on the day he chickened out and said it wasn’t a good time for him. So then I got angry (again) and have now deleted Tinder (again).
This unsuccessful date above goes after a series of unsuccessful non-dates from a dude I met at the speed dating event (described ter Part One). This fellow would sound like he wasgoed making an invitation, such spil by messaging something like, “Are you free ter the day time on Saturday?” or “What are your plans this weekend?”, only to then reply to my reaction with “I’ve already got plans” or not to reply at all. Very strange behaviour, very puzzling, I just couldn’t work out whether he dreamed to see mij or not. I’m assuming not witnessing spil I toevluchthaven’t heard from him ter several weeks.
Anyway I have digressed. The epistel interlude where I went back on Tinder precedes my 2nd attendance of a ‘Speed Dater’ organised event, the same company who organised the Cookery Class described te Part Two. This time I had signed up for a wine-tasting event. I love wine and I’ve always desired to do wine-tasting – here wasgoed my chance and the uitzicht of meeting someone whilst doing it wasgoed an added premie.
Fortunately this time there seemed to be a more even spread of guys and women (albeit spil always there were slightly more women). There were also a duo of habitual faces from the Cookery Class I had attended.
Wij were suggested a glass of wine on arrival and after a little time for mingling, wij were grouped at Four tables. Women stayed te their places, boys rotated to different tables after one or two wine tastings (six different tastings ter total). Wij had a selection of Three white, Three crimson. A wine accomplished talked to us about the wine, wij smelt it and tasted it, I thought perhaps wij would swill it and maybe slobber it out spil I have heard about wine tasting before… but at this event, there wasgoed no drooling out, just drinking the wine (albeit there wasgoed the option to pour it away if you indeed didn’t like it). Spil you can imagine, after the glass on arrival and several different tastings, I (and the other attendees) got a little bit tipsy. Spil the evening went on, everyone wasgoed noticeably more relaxed, sociable (even rowdy…)
It wasgoed a joy evening and I would recommend it if you like wine, but you truly don’t have to be particularly interested ter wine or an accomplished. You can just turn up, have a few drinks, get talking to different people and see if you meet anyone you like…
Unluckily for mij there wasgoed no such luck, with thesis Speed Dater events you have the chance the next day to message the other attendees online, which I did but have sadly had no reply…
So, three events so far, the search continues… but I toevluchthaven’t signed up to anything else yet spil I am losing the will to date. This may be the last te the series of ‘Alternatives to Online Dating’ unless I determine to do any more organised events. I’ve just lost my P.M.A when it comes to dating. The apathy of the guys I have met lately has earnestly frustrated mij, spil have the false impressions created by people’s profiles, and the fact that people seem to want to socialise with a screen rather than face-to-face with a actual person. This is a symptom of the technological world wij live te, but it makes mij earnestly despair. There is a loterijlot more to my anger and frustration than the fact I am fighting to find the right dude for mij. The anger and frustration I feel are part of the broader issues and worries I have about an apparent total reliance on technology and online “socialising” spil a preference to talking to someone te actual life, of self-promotion through false pictures and instant gratification through technology rather than investing and building relationships through face-to-face encounters.
I honestly just don’t know what more I can do other than to go back online and play thesis bimbo dating games of messaging someone online for weeks on end because that is the evidently natural thing to do now before you can even suggest meeting ter auténtico life. Only for your existente life meeting not to toebijten because the other person gets freaked out that the relationship is moving off-screen, or for one or both of you to be disappointed by the efectivo life meeting because they don’t look like their profile picture or have a weird voice or quirky habit that you never would have known about if you had just kept messaging online.
Perhaps I sound bitter, perhaps I am. Perhaps I am earnestly worried about what thesis trends I am noticing on the dating toneel mean for the future of our world – there is a thick over-reliance on technology, a kleuter of fear of meeting a fresh person ter vivo life, and an assumption that a fresh person will be available with one swipe for your instant sexual gratification… but where does that leave people who want a meaningful and long-term relationship?