First of, the ultimate truth bomb! I am 27 years old and never been in a relationship *explosions*. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, and it is not by choice. I did not choose to have a single life nor did/have I pursue dating in the past. I just thought to myself that one day, the universe will throw someone my way and then we fall in love and unicorns will dance at our wedding. That’s how I always pictured it.
Though Tinder has been available in the Philippines since 2015, I did not really care for it and thought that I will mostly attract people who thinks it’s okay to judge you based on your looks—and I am not the most comfortable person in my skin. So that scared the fuck out of me and I chose to ignore that app—until recently when I turned 27 and I have to face reality that I have to create a way for me to meet people other than my best friends and workmates. People are starting to think that one of my best friends is my girlfriend.
So I installed the app, matched with a some guys—some are nice, most of them just want to get laid. I met with a few people, talked to some and basically it has been a roller coaster ride.
Now I will repeat this over and over again, I am not someone who is comfortable in her own skin. I was planning to win these guys over with my wit but that’s not how this app works. You like the way they look, you swipe right, you don’t you swipe left. And most of the time you will be unmatched because accidental swipe right and super like is not a myth. It happens. I try to set myself apart by reading profiles, hoping that some will read mine too because I put effort in wittily saying that I am not into hookups. But I was so wrong! I still have to explain myself, respectfully decline and in return, get called a slut, prude and other flowery names. Tinder, after all, though called a dating app, is mostly used for one night stands.
I have been on two dates since I started using this app. Both guys kissed me (so yeah my first kiss was with a complete stranger) and invited me back to their place. I wouldn’t consider them bad dates, both of them are very respectful and when I said I didn’t want to sleep with them, they didn’t push or pressure me in any way.
Throughout this whole experience, I was consulting with my male friend, a veteran three-year tinder user, a man with a strong emotional endurance and master of rejection. I wanted to get some good tips from him about the mystery of the male psyche. Unfortunately for me, he’s part of the guy population who are in it to “get some”. Needless to say, he ended up getting tips from me on how my dates managed to kiss me, hold my hand and steer the conversation from food to sex.
At some point, I thought that maybe I am putting too much idealism in the modern dating. Perhaps hooking up is really a part of it, like a hurdle I need to jump over to place somewhere in their life. But I realized how idiotic it is, because even if I sleep with them, if they don’t want to have a relationship or want nothing to do with me after, then I will really never gonna get that second date from them.
I’m finding everything hilarious that I am learning the truth about dating at the age of 27. Disney romance is a lie— and so are many, many films. It’s messy, it’s emotionally challenging and I am so glad that I am a black belt in judo and I can protect myself just in case in the future, one of them will step out of line.
In the spontaneous meeting and talking to random strangers, I am finding out more and more things about myself. For one thing, it is not wrong to want someone in your life. For many years, I thought that admitting and saying it out loud is a chink in my armor. “You’re supposed to be happy by yourself,” I’ll always remind myself. But it is not wrong to admit that you want companionship and romance. It’s normal to want someone to hold your hand, to kiss your lips and to hold you at night. If that will scare him away, then so be it.
I had lunch recently with one of my former co-workers. She is 62 years old and been married for more than 30 years. When I told her about the people I talk to online she looked at me with a mixture of horror and empathy. She was grateful for not having to deal with the twists and turns of modern dating. She told me how easy it was for them. The person likes you, he likes you back and then boom! You are in an exclusive relationship. Nowadays, you are part of a selection, and you’re just waiting there if you will make the cut—or be a side chick.
Truth is, I started writing this article 2 years ago, I am 29 now, been on a number of dates and I am exhausted already. I’ve learned a few things along the way but I am confident to say out loud that I am ready to meet the one (queue How I Met Your Mother theme song). It is emotionally challenging to be hopeful one day and completely rejected the next—no explanation just guys disappearing once they find out that sex is not on the table. And then there was this one guy, who seemed worth it, we went out for months and I thought this could be something special.
Then one night, I gave in. I thought to myself, well, I really like him so if I am gonna do it with someone for the first time, it’ll be with someone who’s special for me.
I want to say that I have no regrets because I was infatuated with him, but it hurt a lot. Not the sex, the realization next day, that it might’ve been a special night for me, but for him, I was just another girl, just another lay, just another sex.
And then, he too, disappeared.
But, the pain I went through wasn’t really his fault. I think I was more hurt by my expectations for the relationship, if you can call it one. He’s a good guy, a gentleman (not in the sheets, heyyyoo!!!) He never pressured me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable.
But I wanted more than just the physical intimacy. I was ready to commit to him and I but I never had the chance to tell him how I feel because every time I try, he drops these hints that he’s doesn’t want a relationship. So I knew what I got myself in to, but I was hoping it would change one day. And that’s my fault. I should’ve seen it for what it is, not what I wanted it to be.
Do I regret sleeping with him? Yes and no. Yes because I wish I waited for someone who loved me back, then maybe it would’ve been as magical as they say. Then again, maybe when I do have that night with the real special person, perhaps it would be different. Or maybe I am romanticizing it again. No, because I do like him and he was gentle and considerate that night. And he was special to me. Still is, I guess.