Success was only measured by how quickly I could feed my ego i. Others lift weights and flex their muscles, proverbially pounding their chests and saying, “Look at me! My ego fulfillment was still based off of women, yes, but I reached deeper intellectual levels to satisfy my needs.
Dating apps spending rises 60% thanks to swipe-addicted Brits When he wants to meet men for sex he turns to his phone. Going from first.
I’m pretty attractive and funny and smart and have an easy time getting attention from guys IRL. I would spend hours swiping. I honestly don’t know why, because opening the app was like opening a trash can. My God, were they trash. But I swiped, left, right, super liked The attention I was getting was an easy fix. I think we all know the comical combination of swiping and pushing in the bathroom. Divine, just, heavenly. Tinder must be the Krocodil to heroin: at first it feels the same but after a while you become a leper.
My time between the app, when I’d deleted it, was chill. It sounds overdramatic but I relaxed when I wasn’t on display on the screen-meat market. It let me be present. It was something I. Like I had a responsibility to it.