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Online dating is like bargain shopping for a Chanel bag at Goodwill. You might find it, but you have to dig.
Recently, I relocated to New York City and was told by a friend to try online dating; against my better judgment, I took his advice and joined OkCupid. Within hours of being on the site, I soon realized that it was not God’s ministry for me, but I continued to peruse in hopes that I would swipe my way into love for the new year.
While reading my “weekly matches,” I discerned that this site had no concept of what I wanted in a mate nor did it care about the preferences that I set into place. Every week, I was bombarded with various melanin-deficient profiles, whose pastimes included such things as mud running (WTF is this?), mountain biking (as if regular biking isn’t bad enough) and bungee jumping (just, no). These were the types of people OkCupid claimed I had an 80 percent match with. After careful review, I started to question my own activities and thought I wasn’t doing enough. Then the melanin kicked in and I came back to reality.
After receiving several match email fails, I took it upon myself to forward these notifications to a tribunal of friends to make sure I wasn’t being overtly critical, which is highly likely because #IDeserveIt. “Stop being judgmental. OkCupid is just doing its job and ‘Mikaelfilth’ looks like he fries an amazing plantain.” This was one of the responses I received from a friend, after which I decided it was time to reevaluate my presence on this site as well as my friendships in general.
Being immersed in 50 shades of beige grew tiring and I wondered what Narnia-inspired dating app I might have to join to find folks of my hue. I am well aware that people of color do exist on these sites. But in my experience, it seems that the population of beige races is so strong that your chances of getting matched with someone your hue is slim to none. To be successful, it seems you have to be ready to head to your nearest mountain top to sacrifice a goat during a blood moon. If you’re not willing to do such, all your matches are probably based on “Hey, you both like books.”
In my head, I started to envision dating apps to be watering holes for the melanin-deficient. They’re like chicken soup for the melanin-deficient soul when in-person interactions fail. Is this where they find solace/refuge? If that is the case, where do I find solace? And don’t tell me to venture to Black People Meet, unless you can adequately name at least one person who has successfully found anything but regret on this site
During my younger years, I was a different type of Christian and dabbled in “dating” applications such as Jack’d and quickly realized that nothing but ill-repute could come from this app. Call me old-fashioned, but I would like to know your name and a little about you before I get bombarded with a random lewd image. There’s no need for me to know how your privates look and not actually know your name. Is this what millennial dating in the age of technology has come to? Where it has become the status quo to take various aerial shots of our privates to send to strangers in hopes of sparking love? If that is the case, sign me up for the priesthood and let me live out my days in a burlap sack.
Now, Jack’d had an overabundance of melanin, which I craved, but lacked the conversational/serious aspect needed to fulfill/maintain a successful relationship. Where’s the happy medium? Maybe it’s at the end of a rainbow and now we all have to be in search of a leprechaun to help us find love in these hopeless places.
All I want is a nice God-fearing individual who is gainfully employed and aesthetically pleasing. I had hoped to find that on Christian Mingle, but it’s awkward when you can’t find a man-seeking-man option … and then notice that the majority of Christian Minglers have unfortunate faces.
The online-dating world is like a game of “Mario Bros.,” where one must pass certain levels to unlock his true love. Unfortunately, these levels include unsolicited nude images, unfortunate faces and people who don’t eat chicken. Finding love on the interwebs varies from person to person and everyone has his or her own unique experience. Living in an age of instant gratification and entitlement makes online dating a struggle. The hookup/”Netflix and chill” culture only supplies a temporary fix to a want but does not sustain the need. When swiping right for love, take the time to actually get to know the person and practice that virtue they call patience. If you’re like me, you can probably procure it on Amazon or eBay–it will pay off in the end.
Being a firm believer in on-time rent payments, Corey Townsend has employed himself as a social-media strategist by day and a freelance writer by night. He is also a connoisseur of all things brunch-related.
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