on the East Coast and spending a few years bouncing around, Jacob moved back to his native Oregon, settling in Portland.
Almost immediately, he was surprised by the difficulty he had meeting women.
Everyone is drinking, peering into their screens and swiping on the faces of strangers they may have sex with later that evening. “Ew, this guy has Dad bod,” a young woman says of a potential match, swiping left.
He’d been called lazy, aimless, and irresponsible with money.
There’s always something better.” “If you had a reservation somewhere and then a table at Per Se opened up, you’d want to go there,” Alex offers.“Guys view everything as a competition,” he elaborates with his deep, reassuring voice. ” With these dating apps, he says, “you’re always sort of prowling.
You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day—the sample size is so much larger. Crew; senior at Parsons; junior at Pace; works in finance …
Jacob was single for two years and then, at 26, began dating a slightly older woman who soon moved in with him.
She seemed independent and low-maintenance, important traits for Jacob.
It’s a balmy night in Manhattan’s financial district, and at a sports bar called Stout, everyone is Tindering.