{"id":2378,"date":"2015-01-08T11:06:17","date_gmt":"2015-01-08T10:06:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=2378"},"modified":"2015-11-01T12:18:44","modified_gmt":"2015-11-01T11:18:44","slug":"r-u-married","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=2378","title":{"rendered":"R U Married?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/IMG_20130815_202030.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-medium wp-image-2380 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/IMG_20130815_202030-229x300.jpg?resize=229%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"IMG_20130815_202030\" width=\"229\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/IMG_20130815_202030.jpg?resize=229%2C300&amp;ssl=1 229w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/IMG_20130815_202030.jpg?resize=783%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 783w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/IMG_20130815_202030.jpg?w=1393&amp;ssl=1 1393w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 229px) 100vw, 229px\" \/><\/a>Let\u2019s get something out in the open. My name is Damien and I have joined Tinder. Tinder, for those of you in happy, long-term relationships, is an online dating site.<\/p>\n<p>Go ahead. I\u2019ll just hang on here a second while you judge me.<\/p>\n<p>Even if you\u2019re not judging me, I think you are. It\u2019s not that I don\u2019t see the pragmatism in online dating. I have made all of the rationales in the last weeks. <em>I don\u2019t have time to meet new people, I\u2019m set in my ways,<\/em> <em>etc.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>No matter how I try to convince myself that it\u2019s OK, I feel a bit sleazy. Like a guy who\u2019s slipping out the door of an erotic masseuse with a stain on his trousers and a deliberately vague receipt.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Tinder is pretty straightforward, sort of like dating window shopping. I am only shown a woman&#8217;s picture, her proximity to my location, and her age. If I am interested in contacting her, I click on a Heart at the bottom of the page. If not, I click on a big red X.<\/p>\n<p>I sort of feel like the Emperor of Rome choosing harem concubines. But the catch is that in order for me to be matched to a woman, they too have to click on my Heart. So while I have clicked 100 hearts in the last week, I\u2019ve only been matched to six women. Since the sole catalyst between interest and disinterest rests on the value of one picture, I can\u2019t help but feel a little rejected. I&#8217;m not making most people&#8217;s harem cut.<\/p>\n<p>When it comes to pictures, I am at a disadvantage. In the first place, I am not classically attractive. I am funny, smart, and other things, but I can\u2019t really convey that in a picture. Moreover, I definitely can\u2019t convey that in a picture when I am to photogenic as Miley Cyrus is to reserved.<\/p>\n<p>Besides my fourth grade portrait, I have one good picture. It was taken at the beach a couple of years ago and it\u2019s in black and white. My belly is hidden by a plate of funnel cake and since it\u2019s not a 3D picture, my butt doesn&#8217;t seem to stick out far enough to block boardwalk traffic. Everything seems to work in this picture \u2013 my hair is cooperating, my mouth is (miraculously) closed, and I only appear to have 2.7 chins. It is about the only photograph of myself that I have ever liked. How can I lose?<\/p>\n<p>The first message I receive on Tinder:<\/p>\n<p>R U Married?<\/p>\n<p>I respond to the negative and wonder why on Earth this woman would ask that. Do I look like a married guy? Is she married and looking for a little strange on the side?<\/p>\n<p>The next one:<\/p>\n<p>R U Married?<\/p>\n<p>OK, there\u2019s a conspiracy. It starts to become clear that this Tinder is a place where people over the age of thirty come to scan prospective weekend dalliances. But then I get a third message.<\/p>\n<p>R U Married? R U German?<\/p>\n<p>This is a twist. Say anything you\u2019d like about my looks, but I don\u2019t look German. I don&#8217;t even look like a person who can do math, how can I be German? It\u2019s at this point that I look at my profile picture. In the picture, I am wearing what clearly appears to be a wedding band.<\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;s review the data.<\/p>\n<p>In the only picture I have ever liked of myself (since 1983) I look married. In addition, I used this picture as my sole representative on a dating site.<\/p>\n<p>So instead of the relaxed funnel-cake eating gent I was hoping to convey to dozens of available women, I appear to be a cheating, scumbag married dude who was too dumb to take off his wedding band in his profile picture.<\/p>\n<p>I wonder if that erotic masseuse takes credit cards.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Let\u2019s get something out in the open. My name is Damien and I have joined Tinder. Tinder, for those of you in happy, long-term relationships, is an online dating site. 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