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Y Generation: Afraid of dating?

Artwork by Alec Fernandes/Xpress Magazine

Comments that Judah passengers left online at "We Met On the N"
Comments that Judah passengers left online at “We Met On the N”

The comments above are just some of the many posts on the new matchmaking website, “We Met on the N” , created by Alex Lee at the beginning of February. Similar to Craigslist’s “Missed Connection” page, “We Met on the N” is an online site where Judah passengers can write secret admirer notes to people on the Muni train in a passive effort to set up a date. This new online dating site is just one of the many websites and mobile apps that is used by people to find the perfect match.

Online dating has been an option for the single and ready to mingle since the birth of the notorious Match.com in 1995.  According to The Pew Research Center Online Dating & Relationships report, 38 percent of current single U.S. adults have used an online dating site or dating app. Now with a plethora of smart phone dating apps on the market, like Tinder, Hinge, The League, OK Cupid and Grindr, the dating world is an oyster for people who don’t have a relationship status listed on their Facebook.

Big Data Seeks Online Love states that one in 10 Americans have used a dating site or mobile app. The Pew report states that 22 percent of online dating sites and app users are in their mid twenties.

Dating apps and online sites are helpful for someone with a busy lifestyle who simply doesn’t have time to go out to new bars and scan the room for that special someone. But are apps like Coffee Meets Bagel simply used as a cop-out for someone who doesn’t have the confidence to go up to that cute guy at Philz and ask him on a date? Does our generation prefer to hide behind a screen and accept rejection in the privacy of our room, instead of taking the risk of being publicly denied?

Lee said watching a passenger ask a girl out on a date was his inspiration for creating the site.

“It was maybe a Thursday or Friday evening [when] I saw a guy sit down and introduce himself to a girl. Bold move,” Lee says. “And that just made me think there must be a lot of people who want to introduce themselves to someone they find interesting or attractive, but it’s just too painfully awkward.”

Do people in their 20’s now turn to using apps and online sites to find a date because we don’t want to risk a painfully awkward moment? Watch the video below to hear what SF State students have to say about their experiences on dating apps.

Going Deep Off the Shallow End

Rhys Alvarado finds love in hopeless places.
Rhys Alvarado finds love in hopeless places.

Written by Rhys Alvarado
Photo by Mike Hendrickson

I wrote a column last semester about my single attempt at online dating and how one bad instance would forever pull me back toward the old-fashioned ways of getting laid.

I lied.

Over the summer, busy as I always am, I reverted to using Tinder, the most immediate of online dating apps whose intent is to put you in touch with someone, NOW. My social circle was small at the time and I just wasn’t satisfied with the company I was meeting in “real life.”

Whether on Muni, waiting for a stop light to let me cross, or in bed at night, there I was, a hypocrite, going against the words I’d laid down -in print- just weeks before, swiping away at hundreds of faces hoping to be matched up with some nearby hottie looking for a quick hook-up.

That’s until I came across Colleen, a curvy girl who looked like Mila Kunis, with greyish blue eyes and an infectious laugh.

We went all the way on the first day. We agreed to meet at a Giants game. Pregamed at a nearby bar, knocking down Jameson and gingers as the sun set on the bay, fading from orange to pink to purple as the sailboats made their way back to harbor. We went back to my place, where I eventually brought her to my rooftop (a move I always pull when I’m trying to seal the deal). We made out to the warm clear night, the city skyline bright, as if all its bulbs had just been changed.

It was summer loving at its finest.

Over the next few weeks we got to know each other, exchanged crazy sex stories, talked about past relationships, punctuated with kisses that told me that  regardless of the past, she was glad to be with me right then and there.

She had friends in high places. Guys who play for the Giants. Fellas who belonged in bands and wrote songs about her eyes (pretty good songs too). Developers for gaming companies. Underneath it all, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was just another batter in the rotation. Who knows? We met online. And on Tinder, meeting people is SUPPOSED to be taken lightly.

But for those three weeks we were seeing each other.  She was the only girl I made time for. And somewhere in between her obligation to family, work, and being a social butterfly, she found time to share her life with me.

She was a girl who survived a cancer of the brain. A girl who gave up her full-time job doing makeup to work with dogs, something she endlessly loved. A girl who stayed at home to paint on the night of her junior prom because no one mustered up the courage to ask her. Something I found hard to fathom, but could understand because someone so pretty would cause even the most brave to cower.

Yeah, I fall in love way too easily.

And being the hopeless romantic I am, I’d do hopelessly romantic things.  I’d wake up extra early to cook us breakfast, spin vinyls of bossa nova while we sipped smooth, floral amaro after hours, among other over-the-top shit a faint-hearted sucker like me would do.

But in between that dreamy feeling people get when they first meet someone, I couldn’t help but think about where our relationship had begun: a shallow screen swipe to the right. What was I supposed to tell people in the instance they asked how we met? “Uh, um, yeah, we met on Tinder.” Lame.

Every other relationship or fling I’d ever been a part of was rooted with some cool in-person encounter. With Blair, I met her in the lunch line in the 8th grade. With Caitlin, she saw me sitting on a trolley after work and instead offered me a ride home. With Melissa, she was selling tropical fruits roadside when I was on vacation in my hometown on Maui.

But having been single for almost a year when I met Colleen, the idea of settling down, at least for a bit, sounded nice. And the online exception was one that I was willing to make. Maybe this online dating thing could work out for me. We could meet each other’s families. Hold hands in public. Have hot sex on a Monday. Stay in and watch movies on a Friday.

That is until the day she sent me a text out of nowhere telling me that she has problems that need sorting and the space and time to figure them out.

What? Everything seemed to be going so well. What a sudden turn. Was it me? What did I do wrong?

And just like that she was gone. She was out of my life as quickly as she had come into it.

I wouldn’t be surprised if I scared her away. But it was good while it lasted.

You can never underestimate the kind of person you may find on even the most casual, half-hearted of dating websites. You may be as lucky as I was to momentarily capture a gem.

Even if that person you meet comes full circle and exits your life the same way they entered it —over the phone.

Confessions of a Serial Dater


By Sarah Todd
Photos illustration by Virginia Tieman and Kate Oneal

A year ago if someone had told me that I would be single, online and app dating, and writing about it, I would have seriously considered having that person committed to some sort of mental institution.

Hi, my name is Sarah, and I’m a serial dater.

Last year I was dumped by my boyfriend of more than three years and after a couple months of pity partying and throwing myself into work and school, I decided it was time to dust myself off and test out my game.

I had just returned to the college scene to attempt a second degree, and had a few years on a lot of my peers (I’m just not into younger guys). I’m not interested in mixing work and dating, and after a few failed attempts at the good ol’ fashioned bar hook up game, I just assumed I’d lost my touch and dating wasn’t for me.

Then, one day while not paying attention in class a good friend was showing me the app Tinder.  Since a couple of my favorite activities include looking at hotties and judging people I quickly became enamored with it.

Riding BART flipping through countless pictures of available Bay Area dudes. No. No. Creep. Hottie.  In between classes.  Shirtless pic, douche. Mmmmm tattoos. No. No. Yes.  Waiting for Game of Thrones to start. No. no. no. Yes please.

I never thought I would actually meet up with anyone, but within a couple weeks I decided to throw caution to the wind. I had been chatting with this guy for a couple days and we exchanged numbers, texted a couple more days and then made plans to meet for a drink.

That particular story isn’t that exciting. We got tipsy, made out, and parted never to speak again.

But when I got home that night I felt like I had been given Jedi powers, the one ring to rule them all, like I had touched the magic basketball in Space Jam.

I had basically hand picked a hot guy, got multiple free drinks, an awesome make out sesh and went home thinking, “yeah, I still got it.”

Fast forward to a couple months later:  I was, and am actively using Tinder and OkCupid and going on multiple dates a week.  More of my favorite activities now at my fingertips.  Dinners, drinks, baseball games, shooting hoops, being flattered, and not having to deal with sexual frustration.

I love meeting new people and hearing what they have to say, and for the most part, my time spent online dating has been enjoyable and satisfying.  But listen up kids, this is not for the faint of heart.

At the beginning of the summer I was excited about this sexy mustachioed man I found on Tinder.  He seemed totally normal, fun, genuine and we quickly set up a time to meet the next weekend.  Then he asked for my email address.  I thought it was a little strange since I had already given him my phone number, and within a few minutes I received an email entitled “Oh god, I just can’t hold it.”

Attached to the email was a video file.  I’ve since been asked by many friends, “Why did you even open it?”  Are you kidding me!?  Risk not having this story?  Not a chance.

I didn’t ask for the video, I didn’t send nude pictures.  This was completely unsolicited.  Still, I was in possession of a video of mustachioed man masturbating over his phone, complete with a messy, moan filled ending.

Alas, I did not meet up with mustachio man.  But he has officially been included in the The Dirty storybook and provides me with a cringing laugh every once in awhile.

I’ve learned a ridiculous amount about online dating in the past year.  Without a doubt if I could give any advice to people considering meeting up with potential matches from the internet, I would tell people to be honest.  Online dating gives a massive opportunity to lie about anything and everything, but it’s my experience that the more honest you are the better the results.

If you are looking for a boyfriend or a girlfriend make that known.  If you are looking for just casual sex or maybe a friends with benefits type situation, be straightforward about it.  But, if you aren’t sure what you’re looking for and you’re just testing the water, that’s OK.  It’s totally acceptable to tell someone, “I’m not really sure what I want out of this experience.”

Be ready to reject and be rejected.  Not everyone will message you back or think you’re hot and interesting.  Believe me, you won’t want to respond to every person that likes or messages you either.  But here’s the great thing, it’s perfectly acceptable to ignore people on the internet.

Not everything is genuine, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.  A couple of months ago, after a few dates with a local comedian, he told me that to get my attention he used a“copy and paste” on me. This is exactly what it sounds like.  People will copy and paste the same line to multiple matches as a first message icebreaker in hopes that someone will respond.  The one he used was “So, we should probably get married now.”  I saw the humor and responded with “Obviously.  Since we matched on Tinder, that’s the next step.”  That turned into some of the best sex of my life.

Don’t be easily offended, it’s difficult enough these days to find a partner, or just get laid.  Strategy is all part of it.  Put yourself out there, be the first one to make the move and message someone.  Confidence is always sexy, whether online or in person.

Bottom line, be yourself, be open to new experience and always remember the obvious:  meet in public, and if it goes further than a meet up and turns into a hook up, protect yourself, don’t take someone’s word of “I’m clean.”  Better safe than sorry.

The Modern Dater

Photo illustration by Jessica Worthington.
Photo illustration by Jessica Worthington.

By Rhys Alvarado
Photos by Jessica Worthington

People say I’m old fashioned.

And I don’t blame them.

I listen to old soul cuts of Sam Cooke and The Nat King Cole Trio religiously. I drink old fashioneds when I go to the bar (a good measure of a good bartender). And I’m still searching for the thief who’s been snagging my weekday subscription to The New York Times.

Maybe the last one’s just me getting old. Regardless, I’d say my peers are right.

Even when it comes to finding love, I’ve always relied on chance or meeting people through friends. But living in a “get-it-or-get-out” kind of city like San Francisco, where I’m attending class four days a week, interning for a social media startup and waiting tables on the weekends — I find myself too busy to find love. Having been single for almost a year while trying to keep up with a to-do list that just never seems to end, the idea of creating an online dating profile has only sounded sweeter as the gap between me and my last girlfriend has grown.

I was timid about putting myself out into the digital spectrum of finding love —and sometimes lust— over the internet because I didn’t think I knew anyone involved in a successful relationship that began online. I thought wrong. One of my aunts met her husband in an online chatroom. My current roommate met his girlfriend on Match.com. My old construction boss met his fiancee online too, with plans to marry in the spring.

Hindu astrologers would pick mates based on the stars back in a time when matchmakers were once a staple in all cultures. But in today’s fidgety gadget-grasping age, the internet is the way 40 million out of 54 million singles in the United States are trying to date. A 2010 study by Match.com reveals that one in five committed relationships have begun online. There are websites that help users find a compatible partner based on personality tests. Phone apps like Tinder that use the GPS in your phone to meet people nearby, NOW. Today, matchmaking websites are tailored to everything from women looking for a sugar daddy to sea captains seeking a first mate.

Bay Area dating coach Jessica Engel is in the business of helping people find successful relationships in person and online. Most of her clients are males in the tech industry who don’t have the skills to put themselves out in an attractive way and busy professional women who aren’t satisfied with the men that they’re meeting. Engel promotes to her clients that online dating is one of many avenues for people to connect. Engel says that the negative stigma of online dating mostly lies with older generations while younger ones that grew up with social media seem to be more accepting.

“A lot of people have this inculturated view of love that says we have to wait for fate for it to happen, but we don’t have the same structures we were used to. We’re no longer being matched by our parents or through church groups,” Engel says.

Matchmaking in the 90s

Robby Robbins has worked in the advertising department for alternative weekly publications for more than 20 years. In the glory days of personal ads and the classified section, weeklies like the Indy Week in Durham, North Carolina, capitalized on $40,000 in revenue each month. Following Craigslist’s spread to cities across the nation in 2000— and its widely accepted use— advertising revenues in the personal and classified sections immediately shrunk.

“Still to this day, this was the ugliest web fight. We went from $40,000 to $5,000 overnight,” Robbins says.

Each day, Robbins would assist people in placing personal ads in the newspaper who were in search of anything from a fling to a full-fledged relationship.

“It was a phenomena going on across the country, and in Durham we had a massive audience of busy professionals approaching 30 who weren’t married yet,” Robbins says. “It was a ripe opportunity for this system to work.”

The system catered to mostly single men, who Robbins says were not in tuned and did not have the social meeting skills to introduce themselves and say “hi.”

“I used to tell folks that the answer is going to be ‘no’ until you put yourself out there,” Robbins says. “If you’re direct about what you want, you may be surprised about what you’ll find.”

Robbins managed what were called Blind Boxes, where customers could establish pen pal relationships by paying $10 a week to have mail forwarded to them. Robbins was also in charge of promoting the 900-number services, where people created a voicemail for others to leave a message on at $1.99 per minute.

“We promoted it as a safe way to meet people,” Robbins says.

In order to know what he was promoting, he created a voicemail for himself.

“I did, because as a gay man in the south, meeting a real person was difficult. In the south, you’d get your ass beat if you hit on the wrong guy,” Robbins says.

Having just left a serious relationship, Robbins wasn’t looking for anything serious. Neither was caller No. 4, Bryan O’Quinn.

“He just sounded nice. You can tell a good bit from someone’s voice,” Robbins says.

Four months later, Robby and Bryan moved in together. In 2000, the couple drove to Vermont during a massive snowstorm to engage in a civil union. In 2006, they moved to California and were legally married in 2008.

“All the hoops that we jumped through—14 years and we’re finally legal,” Robbins says.

Dating in the online era

Kathy Sepulveda and her boyfriend Phil Van Stockum have become online dating evangelists.

The couple, who have been dating for two and a half years, take every opportunity they can to tell friends about how online dating is THE way to date.

“Online is really like a large bar where the options are endless,” Sepulveda says. “You already know going in that you’re seeing someone you’re already compatible with.”

Sepulveda was able to convince her high school friend to try online dating. He’s now expecting a child with his computer love. Whenever and wherever they can, the couple is trying to remove the negative stigma against online dating.

“People ask me how we met, and after I tell them we met on OkCupid, they say ‘that’s okay,’” Sepulveda says. “Like I need reassurance that it’s okay. I know it’s okay.”

Sepulveda says that she knows of couples who have met online, but are ashamed to admit they did. Instead, they say that they met elsewhere.

“Some think people who use online dating need it to meet people,” Sepulveda says. “I feel like it’s a smart way to meet people.”

What started out as an obsession of taking online personality quizzes, turned into a way of making friends while attending college in San Diego. It wasn’t until Sepulveda moved to San Francisco in 2009 when she used OkCupid to find dates. Kathy and Phil began chatting with each other a year before dating. At the time, Kathy had started to date another guy exclusively and backed out of a date with Phil last minute.

“A year later when that didn’t work out, I messaged him again and we’ve been dating ever since,” Sepulveda says.

For their one-year anniversary, Sepulveda put together a book that pieces together their earliest online conversations.

Before meeting his girlfriend on campus in September, SF State BECA major Ryan Johnston used online dating for four years to find one-night stands, friends with benefits and casual dates. For Johnston, this was an extra avenue aside from meeting people at parties or shows. His roommates swore by it. Soon after, so did he.

“I liked it for the fling aspect,” Johnston says.

Kathy Sepulveda and her boyfriend Phil Van Stockum met through an Internet dating site called OkCupid two and a half years ago.
Kathy Sepulveda and her boyfriend Phil Van Stockum met through an Internet dating site called OkCupid two and a half years ago.

Nightmares in online dating

Deborah Berk, whose real name was kept on the condition of anonymity, is a personal trainer in San Francisco who struck a cold streak of bad luck when she used dating sites like Fitness Singles, Match.com, OKCupid, Let’s Date and Tinder.

Berk admits she’s a freak and former online serial dater who went on more than 40 dates, sometimes as many as four per week.

Berk used the speedier dating sites like OKCupid, Let’s Date and Tinder for quick hookups and/or adventures where she’d do anything from dinner, hiking and camping. But after ringing in the New Year, Berk decided to start searching for a serious relationship on Match.com. The first couple of dates were dreamy. But once she gave into having sex, Berk said that the guys she thought would be her next boyfriend would disappear for good.

“They led me on to the point where you think you’re going to be included in someone’s life, then you’re not,” Berk says.

Berk says that some guys who sign up for determined matchmaking websites can’t handle the weight of a serious relationship.

“There’s so much pressure to commit and get into something serious that they freak out once they find someone who wants that,” Berk says. “It hurt me enough to say ‘I hate online dating’. It’s because of the ones who went into it seriously initially.”

Apps like Tinder and Grindr use the GPS in your phone to find other users who may be looking to chat and meet up. Users can quickly flip through small profiles with short one-liners where people can either be liked or discarded. Messaging between two people on Tinder is only possible after both users like each others profiles. On Grindr, an app targeted toward gay men, users can be tracked within feet of you. And anyone can message another user anything unless they are blocked. According to the company website, Grindr’s mission is to get you “0 feet away.” Michael Villanueva, a 26-year old San Francisco native, has used Grindr as a way to pass time or hook up on late nights when “in heat.” He’s also met one of his best friends through the app.

“How fast do you wanna go?” Villanueva says. “It’s another way to help you with whatever you’re looking for.”

But on one late night meet-up, Villanueva visited a man who was a completely different person than his profile had shown. After bolting, Villanueva has taken a more cautious approach to using the app. He now asks for a phone number, to see more pictures and whether or not they have a Skype account so that he can confirm their identity before actually meeting up.

“As far as I can go, I’ll play Colombo,” Villanueva says.

He says that there were even a few instances when people lied about their age. Villanueva says that the speedy hook-ups that quick-firing apps like Grindr and Tinder can lead to, could be risky to underage people who can access these conversations.

“Technology is moving so fast, I’m scared for the youth to have physical contact. It’s so easy for the youth to have this access—it can be dangerous,” Villanueva says.

My Date

What better way to pass the time on Muni than to sweep through random women’s profiles, x’ing them out or giving them the green light? After a few weeks of chatting on OkCupid and Tinder, I was able to line up a date for a few drinks in the Tenderloin.

Waiting at the end of the bar at the Owl Tree my palms were sweaty, my pulse uneasy as if I was interrupting life’s flow and forcing fate. I waited 20 minutes, gulping away at a pint of Lagunitas faster than usual, my buzz not coming quick enough.

Would her profile look anything like her? What if I choke up and can’t find anything to say? Am I about to find the girl that I’m going to spend my whole life with right now?

Then there she was, standing at the doorway, black hair and back facing me. I stepped up from my barstool and made my way toward her. As if my move had cued hers, she turned around. She looked nothing like she did in her profile pic. One word: sideburns. My sources warned me about this.

But that was okay.

Although I wasn’t physically attracted, we chatted over a couple beers during happy hour and made our way to another joint for a farewell cocktail. We laughed. Related. I walked her to BART and said goodbye.

Phew. What a relief. Online dating might be right for some, but a little much for me. Who knows? Maybe we’ll all look back 50 years from now and find that online methods of matchmaking lead to the most successful relationships.

But what’s a good journalist without a good story?

I think I’ll stop looking so hard for love and let it find me.

I’d like to hold on the romantic idea that I’ll find someone doing what I love, lost on my travels, coming around a street corner the same time as she. We’ll bump into each other and she’ll drop a copy of Hemingway’s “Old Man and The Sea.” We’ll agree that it’s our favorite book and spend the rest of the evening on a blanket near the ocean talking about the trials and triumph of the old man’s noble catch. Or something along those lines.

That sounds like a better story to me.

Bartender, you know what I’m having.