Some swiping, some ranting…An end-of-the-world dating log – The Times of India Blog
Day 1: Waitwaitwaitwaitwhat?
Day 2: Checked Hinge and Bumble. Fellows are posting sadface-emojis under “Best travel story” prompt. Does one need more sources of sadface? Deleted apps.
Day 7: Dreamt I attended one ex’s wedding and ran into all former exes, each with supermodel-esque wife and child-model-esque children. Woke up angry at all parties — including figments of imagination.
Day 23: WhatsApping up storms with multiple former and ongoing flames, near and far — if the world is ending, may as well warm oneself on any and all available fires, yes? Yes.
Day 28: Read an essay on lockdown-romancing, called “Loneliness Is Other People.” Gasped out loud at this line: “For the single among us, the advent of coronavirus was like the sudden silence in a game of musical chairs; in an instant, the people we were casually dating — many of whom we had already deemed incompatible, and no doubt vice versa — were the people we were stuck with.”
Day 37: Fellow unpartnered BFF said on video chat: “We should’ve gotten married at 24 like all those girls we judged for getting married at 24. Now they’re locked down with their husbands and we’re sending memes to boys we’ll never
Day 42: Attempted sexting. Moved lamp near bed for hot porn-type lighting. Took some 80 timer-clicked selfies. Liked exactly four. Sent to three different LDFs (Long Distance Flames) to maximise validation-for-effort ratio. Received bountiful validation. Continued to feel empty inside. Nice.
Day 55: Muted two separate “blessed to be locked down