Seriously, WTF is this thing?
It’s as I was warned, an indefinite stack of pictures, mostly featuring images of women with no tops to their heads, cut off somewhere between the eyebrows and the hairline, all to fit “the girls” in the picture. It’s not all, but definitely most. If you don’t want dogs don’t offer treats.
Welp. Fuck.
That might be curtains on the whole dating app experience. This is a top-listed summary, and I’m really kind of over it. No wonder I was warned against this particular endeavor.
I have exchanged numbers with a few women, but have literally asked three women on dates from my brief online dating campaign, and those aren’t good numbers. I’m not picky for the sake of being picky, just dodging red flags that I perceive as red flags. These women are more-than-likely perfectly lovely people, just something in there I may either disagree with, not like for what ever reason, or ultimately just think a major incompatibility exists.
Oh well. Maybe I’ll try another app and just look for a dancing partner I can take classes with, or watch movies, or play foosball on my new table (it’s pretty cool,) because dating doesn’t sem to be in the cards right now.
You can read below, but the cliff notes version is:
- Dumpster Fires
- Train Wrecks
- Double Standards
- Liars
- Hoebags
- Book Smart but Kinda StUpiDo
- Etcetera
Initial Thoughts
While the women on Hinge seem to be mostly positive, there are those that are clearly disgruntled with either men, relationships, or dating, or a combination thereof, not that I blame them at all, but I would recommend that they have a friend proof their profile before carpeting bombing disdain all over their own profile. You can think it, you can feel it, and it’s all perfectly relevant, accurate, and valid… but you’re not going to attract what you want by giving a voice to the very thing that’s falling apart. Silence it, make it a deaf and blind mute, and exhale the things you want into that space… even if it’s a dating app.
More to follow. I’m just a couple days in. However, here’s a running list of things I think about when I see them.
- While I appreciate that people are learning the difference between their and they’re, and your and you’re, the use of the word “got” is pissing me off. You don’t “got kids” you “have” or “had” kids, unless the stork brought them to you. “Got” is primarily another word for “received,” and yes the phrase “he got me pregnant” is one of the worst structures for a sentence, and could be read as “he received me pregnant.” The word “got” has replaced multi-syllable words through laziness, replacing words like became, received, and others. While it’s technically correct use in all the aforementioned ways, it’s just lazy speech and not clever. Having said that, there are character limits on the app, so I understand why it may be being used.
This thing is super meh
Well, I’m not getting many matches. The matches I have made don’t reply, even to an initial message. I’m beginning to think all the excitement lies within the “I’ve been picked” and then people just want to see how many times they’re picked.
Also, I have had probably 50 likes sent my way… and here’s my though on what I’m seeing.
Preface: I’m no supermodel. I have a flat stomach but no six/eight pack, I’m 5’11” not a giant, I clearly have my teeth albeit I have a crooked one or two… but I know my range, what we guys usually refer to as being “in the ballpark” or “in my weight class” or other colloquial saying. Therefore, I bat within my league and I’m not swinging for the fences in the majors.
Does that stop some people? Hell. Fucking. No. I’m getting swiped by behemoth after wildebeest after Star Wars character (either Jabba the Hut or and Ewok or a WTF) and they’re like “wasssuuuuuup?” It’s clear that I’m a runner, I run a 10k every single day, and just looking at me you know I’m within height and weight standards on any scale, yet I’m primarily approached by those with a diet consisting primarily of gas station food, the snack isles at the grocery store, or any place that has ordering by meal number.
No, I’m not judging, eat what you want. Be as big as you want. Have the cholesterol level you want. I don’t care… just don’t bring it at me thinking we are going to match with these clear differences. I say all of this and haven’t even mentioned yet that I received a like with a message of, “are you really 5’11” or 5’8″ with boots on” when this woman is 5’2″, EASILY 200 lbs, spherical, and might be approaching the required celestial mass to generate her own gravitational pull, by which she’ll be orbited by Hostess products.
Beth the Arogant
Although we did not meet, we spent a couple of days chatting on the app, then she disappeared. Despite sending several messages, there was no reply. I then attempted to elicit an adult response by challenging her with a, “look, if you’re not interested anymore that’s ok, just tell me.” This prompt launched her into a long five-message monologue about how she has 485 matches that she hasn’t even gone through, and that while she hasn’t intentionally decided this… but she “guesses” (she doesn’t even know her own thoughts) that her strategy is “may the best man win, or assertive, or consistent…” and some blah blah blah. This struck me as “look at me, I’m so desirable that I’m overwhelmed.” What I thought was interesting was another message came in that said, “I know this sounds really arogant…” Yeah, you don’t say.
Well lady, I am not one that is going to add needlessly add stress to anyone’s life. So, instead of replying, I just unmatched, hopefully removing some of the burden on this poor woman.
I take her meaning, and cute as she may be, she’s no spring chicken herself (middle age) and just might “lack-of-action” herself into a lonely back nine. I mean, if you have a consistent one communicating with you and you can’t even communicate back for 4 days, then you lack the consistency he’s looking for.
This is rough. I have matched with six total people in this phone app and none have progressed to a date.
Ongoing Blah
I was going to list the results of what has happened on this phone app dating thingy, but it would be a full time job and I’m too busy for that.
In general, the messages go back and forth a couple of time, vague, generic messages, despite my questions, comedy, and stated desires to meet sooner rather than later to see if there’s chemistry.
I think it’s just a collection app, where people rate their popularity and seek validation from strangers, and see how big the collection can get… much like Beth above.
I have unmatched a very immature woman at 44 years old, a teacher, after discovering some immature things on her profile, and a travel nurse that I didn’t notice was a travel nurse, and everything in between.
By the way, I won’t date MOST nurses or ANY realtor, as those professions have the highest infidelity rate of any profession that females endeavor, even above flight attendants (also won’t date) and bartenders (case by case MAY date, as I have an interest there). I’ve been hit by that pitch before and I’m not stepping up to those plates again.
The only interest thus far, and not from a dating app.
I have a live, organic, “in the wild” interest (as of May 25, 2026) in one woman that I will not make the approach on. Here’s why.
If hot were a weight class, I have dated all over the place. In my younger years, I would partake in a system called “go ugly, early.” Yes, dick move, I’m well aware. This system required a keen eye and a little knowledge of psychology. I would scan the bar/club/target area for signs of 5/6’s with low self esteem/confidence… typically back to a wall, leaning against something, arms crossed, shoulders high, eye-line below horizon and constantly checking their attire to make sure most of their skin was covered.
Target acquired. Shots fired.
I’d be out of the bar with my cuttlefish and home before most of my friends had purchased enough alcohol to achieve even the slightest buzz.
I would later grow out of that and fire higher caliber shots. Using hand-to-hand combat terms, I’m a middleweight, and I’m usually squaring up with other middleweights, secure in my footing that I’m carrying equal class in 90%+ of the aspects, such as appearance, health, financial aspects, etc. However, I have swung on heavyweights with low percentage yields, but sometimes it works out. I have also gone down to lightweight divisions, but that ultimately has caused “Stage 5”-type situations and ultimately makes the juice not worth the squeeze.
Regardless of the class, I have to admit something. I’m afraid of women.
BACKGROUND ON THE ABOVE
In my mid 40’s, I lost 85% of my lifelong effort net worth, lost my dream home that we sold in the divorce for $2.2M, my 1974 Dodge Charger, my Lamborghini (I finally replaced it, albeit a little older one), the “friends” that she got to keep (fair enough, they haven’t reached out anyway), and the majority of my lifestyle, because of infidelity… and not on my part. It took years of voluntary therapy and not dating, standing myself back up, launching a couple more businesses just to start rebuilding… just to feel some sort of normalcy.
I was so frustrated with the demise of the above, that while I was escaping a bad night at home, I stopped by a gas station where two guys broke into my truck and stole about $5k worth of shit in my backpack. I chased them down and almost killed them trying to get my property back… for which I almost got in a lot of legal trouble. It took me two years to get the charges dismissed from the incident, the whole “two wrongs don’t make a right” thing. Lesson learned, file an insurance claim and don’t almost kill two people, regardless of the day I’m having or what’s happening in my personal life.
My ex was physically abusive, having punched me in the face in our own driveway while trying to leave. She did not like getting caught cheating, a couple of times, with the guy she dated between her ex husband and me. At the time, a $50M collective net worth or not, doesn’t mean it doesn’t have trailer park problems. I never struck back, and I haven’t hit a girl since I was 11 years old and she was kicking my dog in the ribs.
So, they only women I’m interested in, and purely because of her physical appearance and cordial behavior… because I know next to nothing about her or her life, will go unapproached unless she makes the first move, and it would have to be an OVERT move.
Alas, my pets, work, daily 10k runs, and hockey continue to be my life.
Mandy the Nurse
This was a quick one. Nurses and Real Estate Agents (along with current police/military/ambulance crew [FORMER any of these is fine]) are quite generally my no-go’s, but I swiped Mandy because I thought she was really pretty, and it was a knee-jerk swipe. We matched and I read her profile… Nurse.
I think well, my real issue is 90% with travel and ER nurses (the dozen studies, documentaries, Red Pill media videos, and countless others that say these types of nurses and real estate agents are the queens of infidelity), so let me find out what kind of nurse. And also, don’t give me shit because the majority of women have a “profession” for a guy that they won’t date, so shut it.
However, the nursing became irrelevant after the mention of her just having “surgery.”
Ladies, men aren’t stupid, you think we are, but we just choose to say nothing instead of cluing you in. I bite and say, “I hope you’re ok and healing well from surgery” fully knowing what “surgery” means coming from a woman I don’t know that has volunteered this information, that is clearly healthy, and just a slight air of menace in the mention.
When a woman is dating, and they volunteer intimate details about themselves, such as a surgery, it’s not that they are going to share something negative, because they are naturally going to keep everything related to themselves positive when trying to attract a mate… so it doesn’t take a scientist, psychologist, or any other genuis to figure out what’s coming.
She says that she had “breast augmentin” and then corrects her accidental antibiotic slip, and types “augmentation.”
Yes, it’s surgery, and every woman I’ve ever met that claimed the “I just had surgery,” or “I had surgery six months ago,” or whatever, and referring to their tits, there’s no sympathy or whatever, so you can just say “I got my boob done” or something along those lines, because saying “you had surgery” when it’s a fucking elective surgery makes you sound like a douchebag when there are people out there having mandatory surgery because they have fucking cancer or something.
Anyway, I laugh, pretty hard, mostly because I now consider myself clairvoyant because I knew all of this was coming, but don’t say a word and just unmatch her.
It was my mistake swiping a nurse, but I thought maybe this was a sign that maybe she was an aesthetician or something and not a “nurse-nurse.” But no.
Nothing against fake boobs, at all. My ex of more than a decade had DDD’s at 125 lbs, so that is not the issue. The issue with this one was presentation… it just hit me wrong, like “I got new tits” the same way a man brags about a new gun, but in a more vain, glorious attention seeker kind of way.
Yeah, I’ll date a 44 year old attractive nurse, newly single after a recent divorce, with brand new fake tits… then I’ll get my fucking head examined. That whole combination screams “I am upgrading my hardware with aftermarket products in order to attract the best situation I can find.” The psychology involved in this age/profession/upgrade-scenario can only be interpreted (by a well-intended, rational man) as looming competitive hypergamous selection, whether they are aware of one another or not, as she keeps suitors at the ready. These could be a combination of monetarily high-value options mixed with physically attractive and dominant partners cultivating a pool from which she can schedule her separate desires with each, while ultimately lining up an ultimately suitable long-term situation… even if planning to maintain secret additions.
UPDATE ON MANDY: She apparently restarted the Hinge app, because she popped up again, but as Amanda, and somehow a month later she’s now 46 years old instead of 44… and yup, two pics centered on her new fake boobs.
As a hockey fan, I’ll use this analogy. I’ve been been hit by this speeding puck; every single one of my male friends has been hit by this speeding puck at some point, and none of us are take it seriously after around 40 and beyond. Sorry, we just aren’t. There are PLENTY of men, even in their 40’s and 50’s, that will take to the ice, jump in the net and play goalie with no fucking gear, and God bless them… because those poor guys are ruled by the wrong head, testosterone supplements, and can’t see 100 ft past the end of their junk, and are about to get ran the fuck over and wonder where it all went wrong.
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Side note, this app dating isn’t going well. I have only had one date and there was an attraction issue for me, despite making her laugh for hours, and she was actually really, really nice. We went for In and Out Shakes later that night after the date, in the car with the top down. She’d never been in a Lamborghini.
Well, well, well.
At the risk of being a little too excited, and this little online journal with exactly 19,435 views in the 97-day existence of this journaling-website being my sounding board, I hit it off with someone pretty great.
Jennifer. The match came with surprise, as I first was concerned with the appearance of “Something Casual” as the dating goal, but it also stated “Open to seeing where things go.” Additionally… smoking. fucking. hot. So, there’s that… me fighting out of my weight class. Kind of the opposite of what’s been happening… as it seems I signed up for a FUPA membership and I didn’t know it. Not to be mean, but I don’t ask for more than I bring to the table, but I’ve been being tricked by naval-and-above photos and headshots-only profiles… with them fully knowing that I’m active, like to adventure and “explore new cities” (requires endurance to walk, bike, etc.) and so on. I was not looking for a supermodel, just someone on my level.
It all repaired itself and went to the other extreme in one go.
Beautiful eyes, a nice smile, and a bikini fitness model… all wrapped in a college degree, six figure income, and health conscious (fitness, STD, and otherwise.) Additionally, let me get her doors, pay for things, is very affectionate, touchy (rubbed my neck while driving, held my hand, etc), just all the perfect things. The only issue is she lives four hours away and is currently separated pending a divorce.
This is a pitch I’ve been hit by before, as SOMETIMES people (not just women in general) need/want to go a little wild after they divorce. Some play the field, want to explore options/people/scenarios, and just take it easy emotionally before they decide to start healing. I did not necessarily do this, as I went the other direction and did the therapy and healing first (two years worth), but I have had Army buddies that fucked everything that moved before their wife’s side of the bed was cold, and I’ve know girls too whose resting position after their divorce was “legs in the air.”
So, This could be something good, or she could ghost in a couple of days. Who knows. Fingers crossed.
UPDATE: NOPE NOPE NOPE!
She went two weeks without replying, then texted me she was out at a place we went and that I was already on my way to. I saw her shake hands with a guy and dance so I gave that it’s moment, then boom… making out, heavy petting, groping, and dragged his ass out the door by his hand, her leading, at 11:30 PM LMAO No thank you.
I’m making friend’s again!
This genius. LOL I’m not winning hearts and minds on Hinge. I have “No Nurses and No Realtors” in my profile. My preference, just like some women won’t date military men… for pretty much the same exact reason. Risk of infidelity, which is a health risk for STD’s, and if you’ve made it this far in my writings, you know that is a concern I’m thuroughly preoccupied with. So, based on MANY, MANY studies, reports, podcasts, statistics, and other stuff readily available online, I will not date nurses or realtors due to those two professions being the highest risk/history of infidelity for women specifically, cited by the previous studies/documentaries/Red Pill Medias I’ve discussed.
Aaaaaand another one… thank thinks men are just DuH StoOpID
Chatting, everything is fine, then bam… I’m sent my own pictures “requesting timelines” on when they were taken.
Come on, we all know why you’re taking screenshots of a guy’s profile and pictures. Don’t treat him like he’s stupid when he confronts you.
Be honest. It’s goes a long way. If you’re honest, I might just be ok with it. We are all aware of your dumb little Women’s Misery Club on social media. Hell, even the super slut fitness model that dragged a different guy out of a bar everynight in the previous story was a member of it… while being a total slut herself. But for fuck sake, don’t continue to lie to a guy after he CLEARLY hints as to why he know’s you’re doing it.
That group is about women keeping other women miserable, while also getting payback at men they don’t know for things men did to them. It’s not rocket science. I’ve seen it… three female friends are members of the various San Antonio ones. It’s only a matter of time before every man is in there, and I ultimately don’t care, I just don’t like being treated like I’m stupid.
I’m a good man, concealed weapons permit, not married, completely single, security clearance, not a convicted felon, no misdemeanors, haven’t even had a parking or speeding ticket in a million years (ok, since it’s actually been 12 years since a parking ticket,) so I don’t have anything to hide.
HAVING SAID THAT, I’m also not going to hide that I’m clearly onto what you’re doing while thinking I’m too fucking stupid to figure it out. That’s not mutual respect.
Thanks but no thanks.
Mia the Moron (Literally not capable of thinking for herself)
This was a first. This legal professional asked me what I was looking for, so I gave a nice long explanation about what I was looking for, not looking for, concerns that I have about dating, and so on.
We had been speaking just casually, nothing formal or deep, and I was being my usual joking self. She mention Claude a couple of times, and I even cracked a joke that I “only use AI to increase the bulge in my pants in personal photos.” Yes, I’m twelve, but I was trying to get her to loosen up and laugh.
She says, “AI is ruining everything.” You will need this information for what’s coming next.
Fast forward to my response to her question, she runs it through Claude. Now, she didn’t prep Claude at all… the guy is sarcastic, tells jokes, his profile has humor, so there may be some dry quick witted responses that could be a humorous response.
Here were my exact words (I tried to go back and screenshot, but I unmatched and didn’t grab mine) but I told her that I went on two dates with a girl, she wasn’t my type and she didn’t take the rejection well. She was persistent and tried to clarify her position on some things but I said I just wasn’t interest in her and asked her to leave me alone. After a week of asking her to leave me alone, I had to get the matchmaking company (this wasn’t an online date) and the police involved, because she just kept telling me “NO” when I asked her to leave me alone.
The other one I’ve already discussed, the hoe bag fitness bikini model weirdo that me and all of my frinds observed her dragging a man out of a bar (story above on same page.
So, Claude telling her I have “concerning attitudes,” how about Claude observe a concerning history and maybe flex a little compassion for bad luck instead of feeding a weak and fragile mind with some harsh criticism.
NOPE! Straight up, she copied and pasted my response into Claude AI, read what Claude had to say about it with no context, and said “Nope, Claude said I can’t date you.” This is not a 23 year old that doesn’t know any better. The lady is 45 fucking years old.
Terrifying. TERRIFYING! You know what’s terrifying is that this fucking moron has a license to practice law when she can’t make a decision on her own about dating.
So, now I have women in my inbox that can’t form their own thoughts or opinions, and worse yet, give artificial intelligence bits and pieces of information taken WAAAAY out of context, and let the computer run their life.
Awesome.