Why online dating sucks (and(and whywhy hostelhostel datingdating isis better)better)
I didn’t mentally prepare myself for dating apps. I signed up, you know how it is.
It won’t mean anything. I won’t find the love of my life but exploring my options a little won’t hurt. See what sort of fish are out in the sea. It’ll give me something to do.
I became addicted. Turns out male validation gives quite the dopamine hit. I’m on Hinge whenever I get the chance to see who’s liked me. I’m from a small town so options are limited. Most of them I pass, but once in a while I’ll come across someone good looking and like their profile.
And they like me back.
We get chatting.
Tom is one guy I meet, exactly my type. He has good chat, replies fast. Seems interested. Always puts a kiss at the end of a message. I’m texting him when I’m with my friends. Checking my notifications as soon as I’ve finished driving hoping and praying he’s messaged back. It’s like a drum roll.
And then I see his name.
Dopamine.
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