This lady made a bunch of dating requirements outside of the cultural context she found herself in, probably on account of being ignorant, and set about finding true love on the internet.
Somehow, it didn’t seem to work out that great for her.
Who could have guessed?
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Via Business Insider (emphasis added)
I was seated across from a tall Spaniard dressed in black jeans and a checkered shirt. We'd "met" a few nights before on a dating app, and I was doing my best to keep the conversation flowing. It wasn't.
Spanish indie pop was blasting, which made keeping the conversation going even harder. I asked him about himself and his background, and in between the loud music, I thought I heard him say he lived with his parents and younger siblings in the suburbs. I found that a bit unusual, considering he was in his mid-30s.
We ordered several small plates to share, and at the end of our meal, he asked the waitress to split the bill in two and proceeded to tap his card to cover his share. He then waited for me to do the same.
Once outside, he declared that we should go to a trendy club nearby and grabbed my hand to lead the way. I hadn't been clubbing in years and wasn't particularly up for it, but felt awkward cutting the date short as we'd barely had a chance to talk.
We didn't go out together again.
People sometimes live with their parents, especially outside of North America, for all kinds of reasons. In many parts of the world, it’s totally normal, as children are expected to take care of their parents and familial households often contain three or more generations.
Also, Tinder and all dating apps are landfills set on fire; rarely does anything like a meaningful relationship bear fruit when one goes looking there for love. I’m sure it’s happened on occasion — the laws of probability say so — but it’s certainly not ideal.
Continuing:
Six months into living in Spain, I was getting frustrated with the dating scene. I didn't want to go clubbing every weekend to meet someone and found that the conversations on Tinder dried up quickly.
I decided to make a list of what I wanted in a partner. It included things such as "must be happy with his life" and "needs to have time to travel with me." I even got specific by adding things such as "ideally has a master's degree."
Here I’ll dispense some wise advice: as a general rule of thumb, if you’re making an explicit list of pre-requisites for a lover based on your personal ideology, in my opinion — especially ones as arbitrary and specific as “must have a master’s degree” — you might be doing it wrong. I don’t agree with my lovely wife on many things, but we love each other so I don’t really care that she doesn’t hate Anthony Fauci with the burning passion that I do.
C’est la vie.
