Every man and his dog were on Tinder – or every man and his sedated tiger, all dumb grins and flexed muscles bulging out of Bintang singlets. “Nobody meets in real life anymore,” one friend told me firmly when I suggested a night out on the town, snatching my phone and clicking through to the app store.Seemingly overnight, dating apps had shifted from the desperate domain of the over-50s to the new normal.
I arrived on the singles scene in 2015 with an aching heart and a lot to learn. It’s like a dot-form diary of my recent romantic encounters, most of them born on a lonely Sunday-night-in, glass of shiraz in one hand, phone in the other. Matt The Twat Annoying Vegan Cycle Boy Jamie Nice No Spark The Bearded Canadian (Bit Odd). In the notes section of my phone I keep a list of men I’ve met on online dates. App-ily Never After: I Tried Looking For Love Offlineĭespite an estimated 200 million digital daters worldwide, studies show we’re sick of soulless swiping - by Kathryn Madden