I call it “mindful swiping,” and I’m a big proponent of it.
And while I have no way of knowing how the next few months are going to go, I do know one thing for certain: I’m okay, even without the dating apps. After being raised on a steady diet of Disney movies, I expected to meet someone and fall passionately in love — but wound up collapsing under the pressures of modern dating.
That’s what the dating apps were for me — a way to distract myself from being alone.
Because the more men I had in my life, no matter how fleeting they were, the more I was able to trick myself into feeling less alone.
But I was also the first to admit that I was fully burned out on dating.
My therapist, bless her soul, would gently suggest that maybe, just maybe, I’d be happier if I just took myself out of the dating pool for a while.