The modern dating playground feels like a game of Pac-Man. You know, the little mouth-shaped yellow blob, running through a maze eating dots, chased by ghosts. Only in this case, the ghosts are the ideas of monogamy, love until death, love for better or worse, and the idea of the family. The dots are the next vagina made available to a man through online dating, and the never-satisfied mouth is the modern urban male. The game sits with 99 credits, waiting for the next to play, the buttons missing paint from endless taps, a bald-spot on the joystick rubbed clean from palms. Another man steps up and takes control, or so he thinks.
He presses 1up, and another round starts. Thrust into the dating world, he’s soon out with some pretty girl, the typical modern night out turns into a liquor-fueled hot fuck. Friendship isn’t needed, and getting to know someone starts after nudity. The single-point connections in each others’ lives provided by online dating makes us into generic holes and pegs. It’s more intimate to ask for a spotting partner at the gym. Fed by a steady diet of modern mainstream media, and washed down with a flood of hardcore pornography, this generation is full of hearts that only serve to engorge genitals, rather than forge bonds.
Sex begins in server rooms.
Online dating has revolutionized human society by becoming the new arranger. What is the difference between meeting someone organically, in person, or through a website? Simple, the website becomes the new digital chaperone. I think many of us begin to trust the website’s suggestions and pairings more than our own inner voices, leaving the subtle nuances of attraction drowned out by a mass of smiling, available-with-one-click potential sex partners. Shopping for someone has never been easier, our selections available in drop-down boxes. Selling yourself with an ad is important, after all, you’re now a competing ad in the window of modern love. With these embodiments of who we are placed online for cupid to find, perhaps our own abilities to connect with people in person suffer as we can mail-order another partner at will. Plenty of hubs for mating provide an ample source for sexual relief, but does this same easy sex lead us to a naturally more instantly-gratified lifestyle?
Could it be that easy is not, in fact, better?