At the tender age of 19 my hormones were raging -- but they had been since I was 13. Through a combination of chance, luck or serendipity I suddenly found myself faced with the opportunity of dating a woman I found incredibly physically appealing. Her personality -- so-so! We dated for about two months. The word ambivalent doesn't begin to describe the experience.
I think I genuinely lasted an entire week without logging on to any of the sites. But one night, I'd had a crappy day at work and couldn't sleep. I lay in bed, thoughts racing through my head. Just a little Tinder wouldn't hurt. My phone beckoned -- no implored -- me to pick it up and swipe. So I did.
While there's a certain romance in the idea that each person has a single ideal soulmate out there just waiting to be found, I don't think that's accurate. A more realistic approach is to understand that there are five, or 50, or 500 really good fits out there -- not perfect, mind you, but really good -- and you only need to find one of them.