My biggest fear once this all comes to an end and the world kinda/sorta goes back to normal is that nothing about my non-existent dating life will actually change.

Depressing, I know... but I just wish the law of averages would catch up and give me one stroke of luck. (A thread)

So often, I get matched with someone on Hinge... and it feels like I'm talking into the void. I even wonder if the girl on the other end is even real.

"Hello there" or anything witty/creative that I come up with to try and make the best first impression I can isn't cutting it...

It gets more frustrating and depressing, especially when I have to constantly remind myself that some people are on these dating apps purely out of boredom and just to pass the time while they sit on the toilet or wait for the pasta to boil; it's nothing I should take personally.

I just miss junior year of VCU so much. I miss how simple it was: You go to a party, a cute girl catches your eye, you get the courage to say "hi", you hit it off... and by some miracle, months later, you're waking up to a warm kiss on your cheek.

It felt natural and effortless.

Today? It feels like job hunting with a timer looming over me like that ticking sound you faintly hear in the "Dunkirk" score. X amount of days to get her number... then X amount of days to set up the date... and if you don't move fast enough, she'll lose complete interest.

And after consecutive first dates that are fun, engaging and quite promising, but then end with a "Thank you for your inquiry, however...", I start to wonder if I'll ever catch a break.

I feel like I'm a disposable date: good for an hour of dinner, some drinks... and that's it.

Anyway... I'm done venting. Glad I got this off my chest. When you're the only guy in a 600 sq foot apartment, you have a lot of downtime to yourself and your thoughts/feelings. Dating today sucks, but I hope that things get a bit better someday. (END THREAD).