I ve given up on dating

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These men see themselves as allies of feminism, yet they engage in low-level gaslighting when she lays out boundaries about her emotional needs, acting like being half-decent is an imposition.

So not only do you have to accept that your needs are not being met, you have to then go and make a man feel good about himself. My friend Shana, a year-old graphic designer, had a similar wakeup call in the summer.

I’ve been told the way I speak and write about dating comes across as if I think I’m going to be single forever, and my bad — that’s not the way I feel.

I feel with 100% of myself that I will love and be loved by an actual human man one day.

But since all I’ve got are a few text back-and-forths and the knowledge that the only reason this date is happening at all is because following two concurring right thumb swipes, I: a) suggested we meet, b) picked the day, c) picked the time, and d) picked the place, I can’t say I’m exactly overflowing with anticipation. Every time a man suggests a sexual encounter with with me via an app and I fire back that he has the manners of the fruit flies in my kitchen I’m always reassured of my own ignorance with one sentence: “You know what Tinder is, right? A woman gave me free Amaro when she brought me my check at a bar two nights ago, are we married now?

The most commonly told narrative of the heterosexual woman, she points out, is this: She finds men are failing at baseline tasks like keeping plans, remembering birthdays and adequately acknowledging her existence in public.

But I also feel that my path to meeting him has very little to do with an awkward hug hello, two glasses of wine in Williamsburg, and three repetitions of how to pronounce my name. My very participation in my own singleness has morphed into something that contains much less pressure and senseless effort than it used to, and I’m into it.

I don’t know how to date anymore, so I’ve stopped doing it. I don’t know how I’ll meet someone, but I know how I meet someone, and opening up my view of possibility from only being able to meet via dating to meeting via literally any possibility imaginable puts the excitement of being single right back where I want it — within me.

Then there were the dogs with no humans: My friend and I took Tinder to the pub for lunch.

She and I had been through similar versions of hell with men. I was pouring a glass of wine and burning the shit out of a grilled cheese, prepping for an Un Real marathon. All of them are about their friends, their goals and their personal priorities first.

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