I was feeling lazy, and my expectations were right about where they always are before a Bumble date. Teetering on the brink of extremely low, but not quite at rock bottom. No, instead I smiled with all my teeth showing. And I did a short spastic wave where my forearm was too close to my chestβI looked like an absolute dweeb.
Because you guys. This guy. T all, too. And wearing a cool striped t-shirt. And had an adorable swoop of blonde hair I really wanted to touch. How does that help me, a man who is trying to date women like you on the apps? His photos did him absolutely no credit. His bio said something so bland I cannot recall it now. He asked if I wanted to text after like two messages over the course of 15 minutes once we matched.
He went radio silent for two weeks before he asked me out. When he finally did, he suggested several terrible bars in my neighborhood, so I ended up making the plan myself.
If he was so terrible on paperβerr, my phone screenβwhy did he get the date? Well, frankly, I was staring down the barrel of an entire month of travel and I wanted to make out with someone before I was too busy to pencil it in. It was dumb luck that he turned out to be sweet and curious and we clicked in-person. And by clicked I mean we totally made out. For like, 20 minutes. Outside my apartment.
On a Wednesday. We have portrait mode now! You have no excuse! Well first of all, thank you, but second of all, no. I saw on the Today Show just last week that Match. Now, this is apparently⦠Not obvious? Your first picture is your ticket in the door, so make it count! You need a straight-on angle or even slightly above your face, not an upward angle. Can I just say⦠co-sign , guys! A photo of just you cropped in is okay , not wearing sunglasses or a hat, facing towards the camera is a great place to start.
