I'm in my late twenties and I'm single. Logging onto Facebook — seeing people I grew up with get engaged, married, and become parents — is a daily reminder that I'm slightly behind the curve. One of my good friends from high school is about to celebrate her 10th wedding anniversary this summer. Yeah, that's what I said, her 10th wedding anniversary.
As someone who lives and works outside of The City (aka Atlanta), I don't really come across many eligible bachelors when I'm running errands or going to the gym. Most of my friends are either single or don't know of any decent guys worth introducing me to. And even though I would love to meet someone organically, being an introvert that sucks horribly at flirting and also lives in the suburbs makes that kind of hard. So, like 22% of single millennials, I put myself out there on a few dating apps. You know the kind: swipe right if you're interested, swipe left if you aren't. As I began to go through the micro-profiles of each guy, I noticed a trend.
Nearly every guy is a traveler.
Yes, it seems like 95% of males on any dating platform are passport-holding nomads that are looking for a companion to accompany them on their frequent excursions. Their bios boast their love for a getaway and their profile photos confirm it. Give me a freakin' break. Don't get me wrong — I enjoy a great vacation as much as the next person. I make an attempt to take at least one good trip a year. But traveling doesn't define me. It's not what I think of when I'm telling someone about myself. My Instagram isn't laced with photos of me globetrotting the world.
It's quite the opposite, actually. Truthfully, I'm a bit of a homebody. My weekends are usually spent catching up on the shows I missed the week before or running errands. To make myself a bit more sociable and less like a hermit, I'll find a new restaurant to try.