So I matched with a pretty girl on Hinge this Wednesday (today is Sunday for context). She is pretty, texted me first (not a generic opener!), and she is leaving for London in a couple of weeks. What more could I want?
We hit it off on text. Thursday, I asked her to let’s switch to insta/whatsapp. She said, let’s get to know each other a little bit more on this app. Fair enough. Usually, I take this as a sign of non-interest, but she was messaging me long blocks of text. So I went ahead.
Next, she says she is traveling to Goa and will be back on Sunday. You know, the vacation before going overseas for higher education. I make a joke on how fun Goa is in this scorching March summer. She laughs and says the beer is chilly enough.
I left her on read. How much will you text and get to know each other when things are not moving forward, and frankly, you’re running out of topics? I thought I would text her the next day (Friday).
Comes the Friday, I open the Hinge app in the morning, and see her profile. Sure enough, her location is no longer Bangalore and has moved to Goa. I mean, I would do the same too if I’m on a vaction to Goa.
Yet, my mood soured.
I don’t blame her since I would have done the same. We were just a twenty-odd text buddies. But… you can’t help how you feel. The dating apps have dehumanized us, making us a good profile to look at, but it’s just a profile, nothing more.
Why was my mood sour? I felt commoditized. It felt like she was having fun, meeting other guys in Goa. And while she is meeting other guys (maybe, maybe not), I didn’t want to be the schmuck texting her how is the vacation going, or is the beer still chilled?
I stopped messaging her. Not out of spite or heartbreak or anything. I was down, busy with my work (I guess if she wasn’t in Goa, texting her would still have been my priority), and texting was getting boring. I thought I would text her on Sunday, the day she is gonna be back.
Well, it’s Sunday today.
I saw her profile in the morning and thought about texting her. I was feeling lazy, so decided I would text later. It’s afternoon, I remember her (guess she has made an impression), and I open Hinge to text her. But…
She has unmatched me.
There it goes—a cute match, texts where we hit it off, and it looked like we were both into each other. But four days later, we are strangers who probably will never meet again in our lives.
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