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It’s been nearly a year, and I still relapse here and there. But as is the case with most breakups, it’s for the best. That pit in your stomach when your friend’s friend pours you a drink and says that thing you’ve been thinking for years.

The serendipity of it all, that somehow all the events in your life conspired so the two of you could find one another in this chaotic world, at this otherwise unbearable party, an unbelievable feat; something that, even if it doesn’t work out, is impossible to feel and then completely ignore.

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When I became of dating age, what “dating” even entailed was an abstract concept I’d absorbed from old movies. We “met up.” Meet-ups involved texting your romantic interest around midnight on your flip phone to coordinate a meeting spot close enough to one of your apartments—both convenient but inconspicuous—while your friends hovered at a nearby bar so you had other options. Namely, a heavy reliance on alcohol, complete ambiguity when it came to intentions, and the need for an almost meditative commitment to going with the flow. A beauty that, like most good things, didn’t reveal itself until it was gone.

Despite the ambiguity of the meet-up itself, you were generally meeting people you’d crossed paths with in real life.

Unlike the millennials, well-versed in selfie-sticks and duck face (I still don’t really know what that means), my photos, once completely up to par, now seemed to convey, in the poorly-lit pixels themselves, an overt lameness.

But here’s where things really went south: As online dating grew less interested in me with every passing year, I grew more interested in me.

This combination of unambiguous dates and personal accountability came close to romantic Narnia. What none of us realized was that the accountability we afforded one another was nothing but a grandfathered-in habit, a relic from another time, completely futile when it came to the anonymity of the internet. In 2017, the term “ghosting” was added to the Merriam-Webster dictionary.

With online dating there were typically no common friends, nothing tethering this new person to your world. To ghost was to connect with a potential romantic interest and then completely ignore them.So instead of broadening my age range and entertaining “hey” messages, I got pickier; my right swipes were fewer and further between. The person I’d grown proud of didn’t map to the quickly digestible criteria that had buoyed me in my youth. When I did succumb to a date, I found myself thinking of excuses to leave, craving the company of friends, my work, even just a book.For the first time since I’d started online dating, I had crossed a line. Not because men are altogether terrible—some of my best friends are men—they’re just dating 26-year-olds.But after Party Guy admitted to voluntarily taking women on legitimate dinner-and-a-movie dates—and after nothing but a quick internet browse—I signed up that night.My generation—hovering awkwardly between Gen Xers and millennials, relating to both and fitting in with neither—exists in the intersection between earnestly dating without technology and completely and utterly relying on it.You felt cheated if you didn’t ghost at least once in a while, like someone who lets everyone else board the subway but never gets on themselves. By this time, apps had replaced desktop, browsing became swiping.

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