IT HAPPENED TO Mij: I Attempted Online Dating And No One Even Messaged Mij Back
I expected life after collegium to be hard. Injecting the workforce ter one of the more veelbewogen economic times ter our nation’s history meant I would have to work stiffer to pauze into the communications industry. Moving out of my parents house would mean learning how to live on a rigorous budget, resulting te many rekenen noodle dinners the week before payday. However, I did not expect that my dating life would be this difficult.
For the life of mij, I cannot get a date. Just typing that sentence stung. Spil a single, straight female living te a metropolitan neighborhood, one would think that it would be fairly plain to meet boys. I’m not a fat drinker, so the caf toneel has never indeed bot my thing. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I’m not into one night stands either.
Albeit I am an introvert and would rather spend time with my cat while watching Netflix, I ventured out of my convenience zone and joined a co-ed softball league and registered for a comedy class. That wasgoed a bust. Most of the guys were taken, while the others demonstrated zero rente te my lame attempts to geflirt. When that didn’t pan out, I turned to the one avenue that has never let mij down: the Internet.
Online dating seemed ideal, and wasgoed surely going to be the gateway to widen my dating horizons. Spil a writer and a marketer, it should have bot almost effortless to create a dazzling dating profile. No awkward pick-up lines, or reading inbetween the lines. Te this digital dating landscape, I wasgoed able to waterput my best self very first.
Similar to online shopping for boots, I perused the catalog of dudes “selected” specifically for mij. What could be better than having tailored dates sent te my inbox every day?
Overheen a span of a week, I reached out to Ten different guys, crafting brief but thoughtful messages. Radiodifusión muffle followed.
Determined, I scoped out more matches, reached out and waited for a bite. Nope — it ended up being another round of rejections. So truly, it wasgoed like being slok down by 20 consecutive times. Twenty boys that were volmaakt for mij based on my personality and interests were not interested te mij even tho’ I “looked” and “sounded” my best. Even at my best I wasgoed not desirable. To someone who fights with self-esteem issues on an hourly voet, this wasgoed a kick te the gut.
After a month of only getting two messages from studs that were not my type, and receiving no response from any of my “matches” (there had to be overheen 40 at that point), I enlisted terugkoppeling from my friends.
I wasgoed positive switching out profile photos, having my best friend vulpen a wittier “about mij” summary and broadening my “match” settings would make a world of difference to potential suitors. It wasgoed a digital makeover, and just like ter the movies where the female turns goes after hier transformation, my fresh profile would build up traction.
Nothing happened. My inbox remained empty, and my insecurities were enhancing with each click. What wasgoed turning them away? Wasgoed it my looks — which wasgoed based on the best photos of mij? Or wasgoed it my personality, my being? Something has to be turning them off, and the speculation of what it could be has rattled my confidence.
If I am being myself and it hasn’t attracted anyone, then perhaps I have way fatter fish to fry than attempting to get a date.
Online dating has made mij feel more alone and rejected than everzwijn. Because it has bot such a draining practice, I made the decision to delete all of my online dating profiles, five profiles altogether.
Has anyone else everzwijn experienced a similar situation te online dating? Instead of lifting you up, has it shaken up the stability your self-image? They say love hurts, but being rejected before you’re even acknowledged hurts even more.