During that fun period, I hardly bought groceries because of all the restaurants my dates and I tried. There were some great, thoughtful people I met and others that I wanted to stab in the cheek five minutes in. On the other hand, there was a really thoughtful guy who planned a picnic at a park and brought all of my favorite foods and drinks.
There was also a pathological liar who fibbed about his international travels how could he go from LA to Peru to Paris in a day? Admittedly, most of the other dates and people fell somewhere in between and were nice enough, if not particularly memorable.
I learned that everyone is on Hinge and Tinder and so I joined both. Tinder and I are not compatible so that lasted about a week. I went on a couple of dates from the site, and met some people who seemed interesting and smart.
For various reasons, they fizzled. But, after about a month, I decided that it no longer served me either. I deleted my account. I was asked to find some really good and really bad profiles so we could discuss them. Like all women, I got many likes and messages.
I found a couple of funny, well-written profiles and also some really bad ones for the podcast. Driving to record the podcast, I reflected on the last six weeks of dating and realized that my heart is not in it.
