Both kids were up, the babysitter was apologizing, exasperated, and the dog wouldn’t stop barking.
Jason smiled politely and casually chatted with my kids.
As we texted, I would focus on one person, not even considering others in the meantime.
“Last night got more real than I was ready for,” Jason said. Instead, all I had to do was open Tinder, swipe right or left, and start a few more conversations. Having the ability to easily peruse my options from anywhere, not just my home computer, brought me out of a cycle of insecurity I’d felt before I had a smartphone.
Back then, I’d often try to persuade people to like me in spite of all the things I juggle. Tinder makes it obvious that I’m not alone in being single and that there are plenty of single parents looking for a partner.
You’d think more options is better, but whenever you look at any studies they’ve done, they always find that the more options people have, the harder it is for them to make a choice and that when they do make a choice, they’re less satisfied.” I disagree with Ansari. I didn’t kiss him goodnight, and told him I could walk myself home. He’d just moved to town, had an engineering degree and drove one of those Toyota pickups I’d drooled over for years.
Choices, options, all that dinging and buzzing from notifications on my phone raised my standards. He planned to camp for the summer while working as a wildland firefighter, putting off the decision of where to apply for a professional job.