I mean, I was nothing if not a cautionary tale — I can’t tell you how many times I’d sneak off to the bathroom during a first date and start swiping.
I’m definitely not one to change my habits based on anecdotal evidence, but I will tell you that “mindful swiping” has worked out for me so far.
And once I started talking to them, I’d stop swiping.
It was a complete 180 from what I used to do — swiping until my fingers burned.
That was a terrifying prospect for me — if I weren’t on my dating apps, wouldn’t I be alone forever?
I continued to swipe, and continued to be miserable, for about a year.
After a few months, I re-downloaded Bumble and met a guy who said he wanted a relationship.
Eventually, logging on to Ok Cupid via my laptop turned into downloading the app. My mother and I calculated and realized that I’d gone on something like 70 first dates in 2015.
I was double-booking myself, and if the date I was on was a dud, I’d sneak into the bathroom to swipe to find something to line up for after.
“You can stand in line at the grocery store and swipe through 60 people’s faces on Tinder while you wait to buy hamburger buns,” he writes.
“That’s 20 times as many people as my dad met on his marriage journey.” And even if we meet a person who we click with, we’re constantly seduced by the hundreds of faces on our swipe apps.