Online dating is pretty fresh on my mind right now. Someone I was seeing (for an albeit short period of time), I met on Bumble, and he just recently decided we were not a good fit (after lying to me about having feelings for at least half a month–I’m not salty, you’re salty). So, naturally, I have been pondering the strange strange world that is dating apps.
I’ll be the first to admit that meeting people is challenging. And in a small town like mine, there are not a lot of venues which promote social mingling. Unless you are super active in the college activities (which is challenging for someone *ahem, me* who also works during the school year), getting to know people is a struggle. Because, come on, for the most part, meeting people at bars does NOT go well.
So what is one to do?
A bit back, I decided to try out some of the online options, which, I figured, could either end up going terribly or more in the mediocre to neutral realm. I wasn’t really expected to find a solid relationship on it. In fact, I don’t even know if I want a relationship.
Tinder is just… no. Just stay away from Tinder, for the love of all that is good.
Bumble is a bit better. You get a bit more information on the profiles (though, even this is optional, so some you find at about the same quality as Tinder), including “what are you looking for” and religious/political views. Helpful if you are adamantly against associating with someone of a different ideological view, I suppose. But you still run into similar problems with Bumble… its superficial–something I knew from the start, but accepted as part of what you “get” with dating apps.
I read a statistic recently that suggested more and more gen x and millennials are turning to online dating to meet their partners. (You are going to have to take my word for it, because I really don’t remember where I saw this.) But, if you think about it, this makes sense. Within a population that is more technologically connected than ever before, it would stand to reason something like meeting a significant other could become more networked as well.
So, I did a bit more research. Enter, the League.
If Tinder is an old clunker car and Bumble is a Mercedes, then the League is a Maserati. I wish I could tell you more about the elitist of all the dating apps, but I am still number 8,228 on the waitlist of about 9k. Yesterday, I went down all of 2(!) people. At this rate, it will be at least a year until I get into this velvet rope club of dating apps–if I get in at all. See, the League literally vets you before you can enter into its ranks. It’s a status symbol of the dating world. If it was socially appropriate to brag about our escapades on dating apps to the general public, those in the League would undoubtably walk around with “League member” proudly on display.
So, why does it take so long to get into this “community?” Well, for one thing, a real human goes through your linked accounts (which include LinkedIn, Facebook, and Instagram) to verify you are (1) real, (2) who you say you are, and (3) worthy, apparently. From what it looks like, everyone in the League is going to be somewhat successful in their endeavours.
The “concierge” (yes, you get your own personal helper–if personal means the individual is likely helping many many others and is mandated to prioritize paying members. Oh, and mine went to Harvard…), suggests you be humorous and differentiate yourself. Honestly, how does one even do that on an app that only allows 100 or so characters in the “about me” section… But I gave it a shot.
So, if you don’t want to wait the years it will take for you to actually get into this app, you can pay a starting price of $41/month for a MINIMUM of 6 months to skip the line and potentially (yes, still not a given, if I am understanding correctly) get in within 48 hours or so. OR you can pay $199/month for more perks. AND FINALLY, you could pay $999/month for the VIP membership, whatever that means. LOL YIKES. No thanks. I’ll just stick to the waitlist instead of paying away my dignity.
So, is my college ass with no “real” job going to get in? Even if I do attend a more prestigious school? Who knows. And, truthfully, I likely won’t find out for months to come.
And if I do get in, will I use it? Yeah, probably. I mean, I waited that long, so why not see what it’s like in a social experiment kind of way. I doubt anything will come out out it, regardless.