Dating in the Modern World: Should I Just Sign Up for Love Is Blind or…?

Let me paint you a picture:

You’re sitting on your couch, wearing a cozy hoodie, eating leftovers straight from the container, and suddenly it hits you—you’re single, again. Not in a tragic, violin-music kind of way. Just in a "Well, that last talking stage ghosted me after I mentioned I don’t like camping" kind of way.

So you do what all rational adults do.

You pick up your phone.

Open a dating app.

Swipe.

Swipe.

Guy holding a fish.

Swipe.

Guy posing with a sedated tiger in Thailand.

Swipe.

Guy’s bio: “Just ask.” (Sir… ask what? For the love of Tinder, give us SOMETHING.)

Modern dating, my friends, is like ordering a mystery box from Amazon. You hope for a soulmate, but you mostly get emotionally unavailable situationships and one guy who thinks “communicating” means sending you memes at 2 AM.

“Just get out there and meet people!”

Cool, Brenda. Where exactly is “out there”? The gas station? The toothpaste aisle at Target? Because I’ve been to both, and let me tell you—no one’s trying to flirt while buying toilet paper in bulk.

And if you're over the age of 30? Ha. Dating feels like trying to join a team that already drafted all its players in 2015. The remaining roster includes:

• The “forever bachelor” who thinks he’s still 25 (he is not),

• The divorced guy who just wants “something casual,”

• And the overly intense person who asks, “Where do you see this going?” before the appetizer arrives.

Dating Apps: A Modern Horror Story

Let’s talk about the apps.

Because nothing screams romance like:

• Judging people based on 3 photos and a quote from The Office.

• Getting ghosted after three weeks of perfect banter.

• Messaging someone who responds, “lol” and nothing else.

• Matching with your coworker… again.

And heaven forbid you actually meet in person and find out they lied about their height, forgot how to hold a conversation, or said something like, “I think the moon landing was faked.”

So… Should I Just Go on Love Is Blind?

Honestly?

Yes. Yes, I should.

I could be in a pod, sipping wine, talking to a faceless stranger about our trauma bonding and favorite Trader Joe’s snacks. Sounds… oddly refreshing?

Let’s weigh the pros:

• No one can judge my hair day or weird facial expressions.

• No swiping required.

• I might get proposed to in a week, which honestly sounds faster than waiting for Greg to text back.

Sure, it might end in disaster and televised heartbreak, but at least it is better communication than responding to "lol."

Final Thoughts: Love in the Age of Algorithmic Chaos

Look. Dating in the modern world is tough. It’s messy, inconsistent, and full of people who say they want a relationship but act like they’re allergic to effort.

But here’s the thing: You’re not alone.

We’re all out here:

• Toggling between hope and “I’m done with this,”

• Trying to figure out if “hey” is enough to build a marriage on,

• And asking ourselves the most important question of all:“Would I rather be alone… or explain my entire personality to another stranger again?”

If you're tired, I see you. If you're hopeful, I love that for you. And if you're actively applying for Love Is Blind, please bring snacks and don’t be the one who says “love is a choice” on day two.

Sound off in the comments: Are we all just doomed to swipe until retirement, or are you ready to pack your bags and go full reality show mode with me? 📺💔✨