By Hayley Petroski* *Guest blog. If you’re interested in guest blogging, email us at AsToldOverBrunch@gmail.com.
As I sit here watching “The Bachelor,” I can't help but laugh at the idea that thousands of women basically "apply" online to meet this man with the hopes of marrying him in the end. My laughing came to an abrupt halt when I realized that my own dating life is even less romantic than these women’s.
Today’s dating culture today is dominated by dating sites and apps that are based on looks alone (I'm as guilty as the next person when it comes to using these apps). At least on “The Bachelor” they actually get to know each other and for some reason none of the guys/girls are as crazy as the ones I've had the pleasure of meeting.
The most bizarre story I have to share about dating apps comes from when I had the grand idea to download the infamous "Tinder.” Big mistake.
I open the app with the assumption that I would be talking to normal guys who would attempt to get to know me and then (hopefully) wine and dine me. The very first guy who messages me seemed like a fun person to hang out with, so I went along with the small talk which soon led to some topics I'm not proud of. I thought, "This must be how Tinder is supposed to be." So for the sake of having a normal Tinder experience I agreed to hang out with this guy later that night.
For some reason I still had the expectation he would come pick me up and we would go out on a casual date. Wrong. So, so wrong.
Excited, I ran to the door when he knocked, and instead of seeing a well-dressed, handsome human being, I find a sloppy drunk in a dirty wife-beater and a beer in his hand. He stumbles in and immediately starts talking about this "rager" tonight we just had to attend. Still in the ridiculous mindset that this was what college-aged, Tinder-goers do, I went along with it. For the experience.
Well, if gaining a new dating experience means watching your "date" get completely wasted, make out with another girl, and having to sober drive him home where he proceeds to wet his pants, then please count me out of the Tinder world forever.
I'll be sure to apply for the next season of “The Bachelor.” At least when people get drunk on that show, they're already home.