Love in the Age of Tinder

“Doesn’t it get exhausting?” I asked her,

(a girl whose face made me smile
and swipe right a day or two ago)

“You say you go out on Saturday nights
to just have fun. And maybe get fucked too.
Don’t you regret all the time you invest
in love that lasts only for an evening?”

She paused and said
“I never looked at it that way until now…”

and then
“You just ruined Saturdays for me.”

(I’m sorry.)

Why do we say being single is fun?

Don’t we get so bone-tired of starting
a new relationship three times a week

only to abandon it just
as quickly?

(I know I do.)

Why can’t I be the type of
person who can just
share my naked body with her
and walk away unscathed?

(Some say they do.)

Are they ruining their lives?
Or am I missing out?

Does this window-shopping dance make us all
just consumers of love and of
each other?

Are we eroding our ability to choose someone
for more than just a Saturday night?

Is humanity fucked?

(Are we all just going to
have sex with robots and die alone?)

I don’t want to grow so accustomed to
being guarded and moving on
that when great love comes around,

I swipe left with my heart.

Love in the Age of Tinder

February 17, 2016 | 1 minute read

tinder

“Doesn’t it get exhausting?” I asked her,

(a girl whose face made me smile
and swipe right a day or two ago)

“You say you go out on Saturday nights
to just have fun. And maybe get fucked too.
Don’t you regret all the time you invest
in love that lasts only for an evening?”

She paused and said
“I never looked at it that way until now…”

and then
“You just ruined Saturdays for me.”

(I’m sorry.)

Why do we say being single is fun?

Don’t we get so bone-tired of starting
a new relationship three times a week

only to abandon it just
as quickly?

(I know I do.)

Why can’t I be the type of
person who can just
share my naked body with her
and walk away unscathed?

(Some say they do.)

Are they ruining their lives?
Or am I missing out?

Does this window-shopping dance make us all
just consumers of love and of
each other?

Are we eroding our ability to choose someone
for more than just a Saturday night?

Is humanity fucked?

(Are we all just going to
have sex with robots and die alone?)

I don’t want to grow so accustomed to
being guarded and moving on
that when great love comes around,

I swipe left with my heart.

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