Imagine a young, reasonably attractive, shorter than expected male, with the personality of Victor Meldrew on steroids.
If you’ve ever been nervous before a first date, or had the feeling, "maybe I shouldn’t do this," you are not alone. This was years ago, but the memories of these events have always stayed with me.
When I was still a mostly innocent adult-type person, long ago, I lived in another world called Kalamazoo, Michigan, where you can buy t-shirts that literally say, “Yes, there really is a Kalamazoo,” where the public library has a large piece of artwork that proudly displays the meaningful message: “Tattoo Sue from Kalamazoo Plays a Mean Kazoo”, the only city where Primus will open their concert set, with “A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H… I got a gal…” (sing it with me if you know it) “from Kalamazoo…” I was a freshman at Western Michigan University (go Broncos!), and I had not yet learned that frat parties for me, would be fraught with nothing but terribly awkward social interactions, gyrating hips, men with too-grabby hands, and awful music. Hence, one night, I found myself at one of these disturbing events.
#MyWorstDate It was in October, and I was still in my first semester of a university of my first year. I was dating a boy that was still in high school, and I went away to continue my education, so it was a long-distance relationship. The distance wasn't so bad, as it was only a couple of hours away, but we tried to make it work.
Just like pretty much every bad date story, I met Matt* through the dating app, Bumble (Name changed to protect identity).
It seems online dating is the way of the future for humans to meet and hook up these days. Through the help of Match.com and eHarmony, the socially handicapped have a chance at finding that special someone, and hooking up is easier than ever with the advent of phone apps like Tinder. We can connect with each other faster and conduct entire relationships solely over the Internet. So why is dating still so damn hard?
A few years ago, after a long drought, I decided to venture back into the dating world. At the encouragement of friends and family, I joined a popular dating site, hopeful at the promise in finding the potential love of my life. One of my first dates ended up being #MyWorstDate ever.
#MyWorstDateThis being my second or third Tinder date ever, I hadn’t yet graduated to explicitly stating in my profile that I was a paraplegic, confined to a wheelchair from a gunshot injury I had sustained two years earlier. I now know that including this information not only improves my match frequency (I suppose it does make me a bit more interesting than the next dude) but also serves as an automatic filter in that the people that I do match with are often wonderfully open-minded and have a bit more depth.