It goes a little something like this. You want to know where all the babes are? Where those foxes you can meet, flirt with, more than flirt with, and ultimately date (if not just bang?) Have you caught yourself making comments to comrades like: “Toronto (or whatever city you reside in) sucks, and offers no class-act potential mates?” Does the home-screen on your phone house all the right dating apps so you can have the chance to actually meet someone you find physically attractive, with the swipe of a finger? Get your mind outta that gutter. I’m talking about the Tinders and the Bumbles and the Coffee Meets Bagels of the world? And yet despite the above, you can’t seem to find someone who you share any chemistry with. You end up with two hours of wasted time, and a bunch of material to share with your friends on how god-awful that face-to-face meeting was. How off their Tinder pic was, compared to what they actually look like. So we go back to our ways of blaming our city or categorizing others as undateable, oblivious to the fact that we are the oh-so-obvious problem. The common denominator in all these shit dates with shit people is you. #sorrynotsorry
What are we doing wrong? We’re on our goddamn phones. Duh.
Walking down the street, swiping left and left and, oops, left again and when you look up for a split second you realize the hunkiest of all hunks, the babeliest of all babes just walked by you. And you missed it. Because you just caught it a moment too late, since you were too caught up and busy with your phone, looking for people, even though people are right the fuck in front of you.
Take action. You don’t get if you don’t ask; if you don’t line yourself up for success. See a sure thing on Tinder and notice you have mutual friends. Stalk the shit out of them through your mutual friends Facebook friends list and just hit them up, because YOLO. Bold is best. It gets the job done in one all-too-obvious way. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s pretty endearing and sweet and flattering for another. Own that shit. Hit it.
Is that too bold? Too aggressive? Too much for you to handle? Then just start with baby-steps and put that phone down when you’re somewhere where you can make an actual connection. And then do it. Connect. Whether you utter a super cheesy one-liner, or whether you compliment another, words and lines need not matter. It’s more so about a method. About planting the seed and then letting it play out. They may bite. They might not. But you don’t need to wait and wonder. Once you connect, feel out the chemistry and if there’s a fire there, be sure to tend to it. That is dating, my friends. That’s how we meet quality people.
Confidence is a magical thing. Hone in on yours and use it to your hearts advantage. You won’t be disappointed. That’s a guaranteed. Game on.