TheLastandtheFirst
Self-banned
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Two years at this point. Two years I created a Tinder profile.
I constantly updated my profile, optimized it, put myself out there; did this on four different dating apps. I can confidently say that my profile has been optimized as much as possible - I was never a big social media dude, so I never really took pictures of myself doing fun stuff with friends (although I have a picture of me and my friends drinking).
Nothing.
You don't know the despair this creates. You get caught in this viscous cycle of self-doubt and self-hatred versus "Is it really just me?" The thought that the top 20% of men get the top 80% of men lingers in your head, "surely this can't just be me, surely I'm just a normal average man"
But there are no social criticisms of Tinder. There is no social outlash. Tinder is as popular as ever, most people meet online via Tinder these days. It's a multibillion dollar industry.
Dozens upon dozens of men embrace this system with open arms, love it, willingly give the company money. And most agree that it's really the only way to meet women post college. Online dating has totally transformed gender norms irl; you can no longer approach women in bars (in fact women no longer go to bars to meet some men by themselves), you can't at the gym, you can at work but you play a dangerous game at work (women love "The Office" tier drama shit and love dating at work), but you must really be socially put together and average even for that.
Nothing. Just emptiness.
I really thought if I was just a good person who was funny, likeable, had high moral standards, would be willing to be there for a woman as a companion, worked on my career (I have a successful career lined up), things would naturally fall into place and I would one day be worthy of love.
But unfortunately, ogres like me are unworthy of love.
I don't know what I did to deserve this.
I constantly updated my profile, optimized it, put myself out there; did this on four different dating apps. I can confidently say that my profile has been optimized as much as possible - I was never a big social media dude, so I never really took pictures of myself doing fun stuff with friends (although I have a picture of me and my friends drinking).
Nothing.
You don't know the despair this creates. You get caught in this viscous cycle of self-doubt and self-hatred versus "Is it really just me?" The thought that the top 20% of men get the top 80% of men lingers in your head, "surely this can't just be me, surely I'm just a normal average man"
But there are no social criticisms of Tinder. There is no social outlash. Tinder is as popular as ever, most people meet online via Tinder these days. It's a multibillion dollar industry.
Dozens upon dozens of men embrace this system with open arms, love it, willingly give the company money. And most agree that it's really the only way to meet women post college. Online dating has totally transformed gender norms irl; you can no longer approach women in bars (in fact women no longer go to bars to meet some men by themselves), you can't at the gym, you can at work but you play a dangerous game at work (women love "The Office" tier drama shit and love dating at work), but you must really be socially put together and average even for that.
Nothing. Just emptiness.
I really thought if I was just a good person who was funny, likeable, had high moral standards, would be willing to be there for a woman as a companion, worked on my career (I have a successful career lined up), things would naturally fall into place and I would one day be worthy of love.
But unfortunately, ogres like me are unworthy of love.
I don't know what I did to deserve this.