While I was lucky enough to have found love, app dating, for the most part, left a lot to be desired. It was an exciting and novel concept, at first, swiping through scores of men. I remember the exciting, quick rush of dopamine I’d get from someone matching with me. It’s heady and addictive, my increasingly gluttonous ego well and truly fed as I organised countless dates. The weekend wilderness you often face in singledom, fretting about how you might spend your Friday or Saturday night, was no longer a problem. There was seemingly an infinite resource of people eager to meet you—a million chances to fall in love.
This way of thinking quickly wore off, as did the thrill of using the apps. It soon became apparent that a match did not always lead to a date, or even anything remotely close—some men became pen friends, clearly looking for someone to chat with for the evening before vanishing, never to be heard from again. Those matches that manage to transcend the digital sphere into the real world often became endurance tests once I realised there was no spark. The act of finding someone became boring and cyclical—we matched, we chatted, we moved on—repeat ad nauseum.
Apps have been so revolutionary to the dating landscape that an entire new language has been developed in order to describe the digital behaviours that have now become commonplace; ‘ghosting’, ‘breadcrumbing’, ‘cuffing’ and ‘situationships’ are common parlance, with poor conduct generally accepted as the norm and directionless, purposeless dating a standard.
I know that my experiences of dating apps are pretty mild compared to others (some friends have faced genuinely abusive and disturbing encounters with those they’ve met online). And while the apps aren’t entirely responsible for bad dating etiquette (people have treated others poorly since the dawn of time), they can help to facilitate it. The seemingly endless options, presented on a screen, give the paradox of unlimited choice. It’s somewhat dehumanising—we can stop seeing that behind profile is a person with thoughts and feelings. Instead, they are seen as a stepping stone, a plot point, or a means to an end. We joke about their ‘icks’, filter out certain heights or viewpoints, to try and craft a superficial idea of our perfect partner without truly considering the person beneath it all.
It's easy to forget that falling in love is a brave endeavour. Putting your heart on your sleeve and opening yourself up to pain, particularly if you have been hurt before, takes an exhausting amount of courage. The quick-fix, short-term and perfunctory nature of apps can cheapen that effort. It can reduce the fun and exciting part of dating—meeting someone new, learning about their foibles and creating shared memories—into joyless swiping.
It's little wonder that, after over a decade of digital dating, younger singletons are erring towards IRL meet-cutes, with TV shows such as Netflix’s One Day seeing scores of people yearn for ‘slow-burn romances’ and authentic connection that just isn’t cultivated through a screen. While speed dating and singles events fell out of favour in the noughties, there are now newer, cooler iterations of these events that are becoming increasingly popular. The Bored of Dating Apps group, stylised as BODA on social media (with more than 60,000 followers on Instagram), regularly hosts meet-ups for people looking for love in cities all over the world. Since its inception in 2022, the group has seen 11 proposals and even one baby from pairs who have met at its events.
Of course, there is no guaranteed way to find love, be it on an app or in a bar on a Friday night. But at least meeting up in person can finally put the humanity—and the joy—back in the world of dating that digitalisation has made so dreary.