Friends and family would later tell me, "But you didn't get a good deal, you just got the phone. Why didn't you get any accessories or extras?"
I just wanted the phone, why is that suddenly socially unacceptable? I even forked out extra for longer warranty because I get attached to my things, case in point, my phone is now named "Purp" (It's purple. I know, I suck at naming things. Don't let me name your child.)
Two decades ago, people probably would've been satisfied with that, and living with the same phone model to last a life time.
Which is probably everyone's approach to dating here.
Dubai, being the transient city that it is, is a very hard place to date. In a culture where we're bombarded with flashy, and the latest and greatest, it's pretty hard to be happy with what we have, and we're always looking for the very best. Did Dubai settle having the Trade Center being the tallest building? Nope, it went for the Burj Khalifa.
Which probably explains the popularity of social app, Tinder, in Dubai. I heard about it about from Dubai blogger Clare and the City's post.
And you sort of eliminate guys like this:
Unless you're into that, then there's always Facebook inbox messages like this:
But I digress. The app is simple enough to use.
|Swipe left for "NOPE", right for "Meh, why not." Easy as pie.|
And then you're faced with the duck faces, mirror poses, deep V necks, sunglasses in car pictures, flexing at the gym, and triangle arms.
|What everyones profile picture screams.|
So ultimately you're right back where you started after one hour of swiping you've eliminated all potential matches in a 15 mile radius and you realise you're probably going to be single forever.
Well, not completely true, I did make one match, thought it was going pretty great, but then got stood up, and proceeded to write this blog post. So that's the worst that could happen.
|I'm kind of over it now.|
At least I didn't get chopped up into little pieces, put into black garbage bags, taken out on his yacht (he had a yacht - that should've tipped me off, guys who have yachts are douches) and dumped into the ocean.
So there's a bright side!
To be honest, yeah it pretty much sucked, but I guess you're supposed to go through stuff like this and the point is putting yourself out there blah blah blah.
Or I could just get a cat or five. Who needs a man when you have 5 cats?!