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We recorded Pearl Jam onto cassette tapes when they came on the radio. We figured we’d just meet someone the way they met people, because why in the hell would that ever change? At least not since the heyday of the matchmaking yenta. Neither will put forth any effort toward a second meeting. No pressure or anything, you’ve got two hours and two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc: Go! But these people are rare, few and light years between and I have to be patient. Not the generation that learned how to date in one way, and actually had to date in another.
Today’s teens, those just tiptoeing into the shallow end of attraction and romance, they know what a dating app is. ” Now, when someone finds out I’m single it’s always “why don’t you try online dating? “Yeah, he/she was nice I guess, but they didn’t ‘wow’ me, you know? What we ignore is that wow is an accumulation of moments over time. The internet has made everything instant, even our assumptions of how quickly we should be attracted to people. You could write “date me” in the dust of my patience right now. Today’s teens will find it odd to meet their spouse at a birthday party at a friend’s apartment. I don’t really foresee the internet ceasing to exist when the graduating class of 2026 begins to couple.
All the ways I interacted with the opposite sex were in person. And then when I got my career, when it was time to go out and really use the wealth of knowledge I’d built up, the game changed entirely. Suddenly we were all too “busy” to meet someone during the natural course of life that literally every couple since the dawn of time had used to meet their partners before us. That tells me a lot, the slowness of humanity to warm to online dating. I am not terrible looking, I’m smart, moderately funny, and I know I’m kind. I can imagine that eventually someone might like to spend some time with me, I can see that as a realistic outcome. That everyone thinks requires explanation, because I’m alone. But by now, by this time, shouldn’t I have had a little success, even by accident at this point? To want to make the effort to see each other again. The only real boyfriends I’ve ever had, and there aren’t many, I’ve met in person.
I like meeting people in person, but not just in person, over time. I think it’s what allows attraction between two people to steep.
I was born in the very early 80s and if you need a unifying identifier that gathers us in unbreakable, non-millennial stature, here it is: We remember being teenagers without the internet, and we remember being teenagers, with it. We remember when MTV’s is more movie than SNL sketch. If you were old enough to be dating in the 90s, there were phone calls and answering machine messages and blind dates and a sense that if you met someone, you should ask them out, rather than settling into some sense of creepy comfort that you could stalk them on Instagram later. Those were the items written into television and movies being played out by older siblings and cousins. What’s going to happen is that it’s going to fizzle out. If a man is interested in me, he will make it clear, and if I am interested back, there will be a wonderful connection, a new person in my life.
The forgotten, early 80s-born, un-entitled children of technology’s greatest crossover. Most of our sexually formative years involved in-person activity, but don’t think we weren’t on the front lines of the first chatrooms in existence dabbling in what you now call sexting, apparently an entirely normal part of the current dating process even though you conveniently leave it out when you tell stories about the new guy you’re seeing to your companions at brunch. No smartphones, no face swiping apps allowing us to thumb through pictures of human beings like shirts on a clothing rack at Marshall’s. When I lived under my mother’s roof, I could not call a person with a penis. No, we have to meet, spend a brief time conversing, and in that time develop enough interest on both sides of the table the one of us is going to make effort to ask the other out again, and that person is going to say yes. “He saw her from across the room…” that old chestnut, has proven true for me, every time.
But it never happened to me, I wasn’t a girl boys paid attention to, and it never bothered me because I was scared shitless of them anyway. Overall, I have spent a total of nine years online dating. Odds alone, I should have had a boyfriend this way. It’s all I ever knew, because it was literally all that had ever happened before. They’re They’re two strangers saying hello for the first time.
I spent the whole of the 90s watching girls in high school have “boyfriends” they “dated” for two weeks and then broke up with in some very intense way. I learned that people enter circles of other people’s lives naturally, perhaps with Fate’s help, with the tides of life bring people together. And you’re never going to get that if we meet for coffee or drinks or some other safe first meeting activity. I’m a linguistics fan so let’s please call them what they are.