I was a little creeped out when I first opened Bumble. It feels almost invasive to know someone is out there looking at pictures of me underscored by wimpy responses to “mountains or beach” or “3 truths and a lie.” I just don’t like to think that hundreds of dudes are swiping left because the light hits my face in an unagreeable way in three out of five pictures or that I’m a hard pass because I toggled seeking “relationship” instead of “something casual.” I promised myself (one of my 25 goals) I’d dive into the world of online dating, get on an app or two, try a website, really “put myself out there.” What they don’t tell you is how opposite-Melissa Fitzpatrick the entire process would be (there should be a warning in bright red letters). There’s no fine print explaining how app-dating could leave you feeling hollow and even more single than before you created a profile and unabashedly picked out pictures depicting who you are (me cheesily grinning with my snowman ice crea
Just a young woman navigating the way of the world one prayer at a time.