I would bet you if you walked into a public establishment in 2016. 8 out of ten times you wouldn’t even be greeted by anyone unless that is their job. No “Hello” or, “How’re you?”. Instead, you’d see gazing eyes staring at a screen that contains boxes. Boxes of those near to them. The way we go on dates now, it’s like we don’t even allow our date to finish their audition before bringing the next candidate in the room.
These people in these boxes that our eyes are glued to aren’t made up of atoms, but instead we are just speaking to little puzzle pieces or pixels put together to create an image that our brains can comprehend. This exposes our narcissism in a way which we all can relate. Together, we’d rather speak with that guy a few feet further who we could be missing out rather than the one sitting across the table buying us dinner.
Real people are too involved I mean if my dates have baggage I’m sure the guy just a few feet away couldn’t nearly have as many emotional weights. Consciously or not this all boils down to how selfish of society our generation is. Sometimes I am holding more screens than hands I have to hold them. My iPad has been touched more than the two men I’ve loved.
This new way of dating has left me with emotional pain setting me back. I sure don’t want to be the one who airs all their dirty laundry on someone. I don’t think it’s ever been appropriate to tell all your pain to a potential suitor on the first date but, now you never want to. You know they have 200 or more men sitting right in their pocket, so God forbid be honest with them.
I love technology, and I ultimately think it does better than harm but, when it comes to going on dates, falling in love, or making love our iPhones are the biggest heartbreakers.
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