(Photo: Getty Images)When you’re young and not yet experienced with dating, your view of the whole process is likely pretty straightforward. Vanity Fair, aptly titled, “Tinder and the Dawn of the ‘Dating Apocalypse.’” Aziz Ansari’s new book, Modern Romance, details the pains of sifting through piles of electronic choices, only to ultimately come up empty-handed — and disheartened." data-reactid="22"Walk through any bar or restaurant on a Saturday night, and you’re more likely to see singles swiping their phone screens instead of talking to real-life potential matches. " data-reactid="30"I’m not saying it can’t work.You meet a nice person, who you ask on a date (or maybe he/she asks you on the date). You make things “official.” Before you know it, you’re both on the road to happily-ever-after. You part ways — and maybe you ghost each other." data-reactid="20"But then you grow up, and the actual dating scene looks a little more like this: You swipe right, and so does he. Nancy Jo Sales announced the fall of classic courtship in her September piece for Vanity Fair, aptly titled, “Tinder and the Dawn of the ‘Dating Apocalypse.’” Aziz Ansari’s new book, Modern Romance, details the pains of sifting through piles of electronic choices, only to ultimately come up empty-handed — and disheartened. After all, everyone knows that couple who met on an app or dating site and is now happily hitched. Society tells them they’re beautiful and they’re mad at Tinder and Ok Cupid for not providing better prospects. I’m the average-looking sidekick, “the one who online dates,” and it’s my fault they aren’t having a better time.“You have no idea what it’s like to be called beautiful all the time,” a good friend once remarked. My best friend, who looks like the racially ambiguous lovechild of Brad Pitt and Pocahontas, waves her phone at me in righteous indignation. Several of my “classically attractive” friends are pissed.
But I had a sneaking suspicion that this 21st-century way of dating might actually be stunting our personal growth.I’m not ugly, but I don’t have much beauty privilege (and make no mistake, beauty privilege yields tangible rewards).From grade-school dances in gyms to corporate happy hours, I’ve been “swiped left” on more than my fair share.“Online dating is just awkward,” my cute co-worker scrunches her nose. No one will threaten him, or send him inappropriate pictures. I’ve tried it for many years, and I’ve been on just about every site. But for some reason, I keep getting stuck with the same results . No one will really stalk him, and even if they do, who cares?