She says she doesn’t do dating apps, because she doesn’t make sense in 2-D: “I’m just better in context,” Kaitlin recently told me over the phone. ”“That actually sounds horrifying to me,” she said.
For instance, this Danish poet I’ve been fucking—he’s so interesting and smart, he’s 6-foot-4, but he has these sideburns . “The general attitude used to be, ‘Online dating is for weirdos and losers,’ and now it’s, ‘Eww, who would try to hook up in a bar?
—that’s for weirdos and losers.’ Today, you go to a bar to chat with your friends, not to hook up.” Which, in turn, clearly has made the latter a harder thing to do in recent years.
I also like the increased options, and that apps get you out of your social scene, because even in New York City it’s surprising how quickly you can use up your resources.
I also love that apps have given new life to the old-school date.
When I finally made it back to my apartment, out of breath, all I could think was: How is it possible that people used to meet in bars? My friend Kaitlin—a flirtatious, 26-year-old writer—is one of them.