I moved to a new city for a one-of-a-kind job opportunity. Signed a lease on an apartment with a stunning view. Bought a new car. Everything was going great.
A few months later, on a Saturday night, I found myself in my bedroom downloading the Tinder app. Your girl just wanted to have a nice conversation and/or dinner with a boy. A man.
Despite being in my feelings, I quickly learned Tinder wasn’t for me and deleted that sh*t two days later.
It wasn’t the first time I uploaded a profile pic on a popular dating app. I once explored Coffee Meets Bagel after meeting and chatting with a twenty-something-year-old doctor who was in a relationship with a fine-ass, successful-ass black gentleman she met on the app. Her coffee, I guess.
They gave me hope but three days later, I deleted that ish too.
It just didn’t feel right.
Probably because of this experience: A couple of years ago, my brother introduced me to ‘Plenty of Fish’ after a break up (can’t lie, I was going thru it). For a month, I conversed with a dope (or so I thought) guy, then went on a date with him. That was my first time considering such a thing. We ate a nice dinner and went to a J. Cole concert. I got home alive.
A week later he asked to see me again, I said ‘I have a lot going on this weekend,’ and he lost it. Threatening text messages and all.
Back then, POF had a good buzz. These days, it’s officially a step below Craigslist. Stay away.
I guess his episode kept me from giving the other apps a real shot. I can tell you with confidence that I’m done creating profiles on dating apps even though my attempts were lazy, assuming and short-lived.
I don’t care. It’s not for me. Speed-Dating, though? I was willing to explore that arena. Here’s how it went…
The Palm Beach Post published ‘I gave up Tinder for speed dating. Here’s what happened’ by Corvaya Jeffries. Read it here.
VIDEO: Watch the parody I wrote and produced of the types of guys I met while speed dating