I think it’s actually a cumulative binomial probability problem.Where basically it’s a small win chance per girl, but cumulative the win chance becomes greater with each girl added to the pool. You know your chances of winning are slim to none, but that doesn’t mean you throw away the lottery ticket.They’re probably closed you out and you didn’t know. I WISH they had closed me out, that way at least I know they’re weren’t interested, they would be removed from my list.And I don’t close out any matches even though they haven’t responded in weeks/months because there’s always a chance.At least that’s what I tell myself, so I can sleep at night.Another thing I don’t like about eharmony is all the fucking ads. Not only are they’re charging me about 30 bucks a month, they also bombard me with ads!?So, to prove I’m really not picky I decided to swipe right to EVERY man on Tinder for a week. It’s like having a bodyguard who puts a hand on unwanted suitors’ shoulders and says ‘the lady said no’. I get up early and spend a good half hour swiping right to, among others, two tattooed body parts (no face pics, just arms and shins), three football logos (I don’t watch sport) and a cute guy with a leopard (okay, he’ll do). TUESDAY In keeping with the ‘swipe right’ mentality of the experiment, I reply to all the messages I get this week.In the middle of my swipe-fest, Tinder intervenes with the electronic equivalent of a chastity belt. It appears I am too promiscuous for the most notorious hook-up app in the land. Even the ones with aggressive amounts of question marks.
But then, you start realizing, wait a minute, no ones responding back to you.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of an i Phone must be in want of a swipe.
One of the most annoying things about being single is that your married friends often accuse you of being picky, as if there was a whole world of soul mates out there, not just one. SUNDAY It’s day one, I’m an hour in and I’ve already swiped right on 80 men, most of whom would have been definite left swipes. Tinder is my favourite way of meeting men, precisely because you don’t have to talk to the ones you’re not attracted to. As I drive to work I hear several little pings meaning new messages and feel a mixture of pleasure and guilt. Still, I have 43 matches and seven messages before 9am.
Two dates where I was probably settling, compromising and giving in, just to go on dates. Not at all, they were perfectly normal, fine people, just not the match for me. It’s literally a 40 minute survey asking you the same question 37 different ways.
First thing you have to do is fill out the SATs of online dating.
My distance is set to the smallest at 30 miles away. I’m not going to end up in one of their commercials. Pass this along to anyone that’s thinking about doing eharmony.com, it’s your American duty. I called and spoke to a guy, and all he could say was “all I can do is refer you to the email”, he literally said that like 7 times.