Online Dating is like Being in Vegas

Except without Cher impersonators. Well….

It’s a crap shoot

Literally. Now, craps is the one game in Vegas I can tolerate because there is commissary. Just like dating. You have a bunch of people huddled around, laser focused on some dice, hoping to God they don’t crap out. The only thing that makes craps and dating tolerable is that at we’re all losers together. When someone wins, though, we get super excited for them and pray their luck rubs off.

And, like in craps, in an act of pure hope, sometimes people kiss things they probably should never put their lips on.

Your date is not what who they seem. Do not get excited.

More than once, I have started talking to a man online and allowed myself to get kind of excited. He seems sweet. He has actually read a book in the last 10 years. He can crack a pretty good joke. This excitement has lead me to more than a half dozen first dates in the last month.

Not unlike the poor guy who is talking to a lovely lady who seems just darling until his friends pull him aside and have to tell him that she’s a hooker.

Occasionally, there is a free drink

One of the most expensive drinks I have bought was the $125 vodka soda that came “free” with me losing that same amount of money at a blackjack table. I am just as bad at blackjack as I am at dating. I can lose everything fast but occasionally someone gives you a free drink.

It’s mind numbingly boring

Dating apps will turn you into a zombie. You have seen zombies in casinos in Vegas who have been sitting on a stool in front of a slot machine, with a cigarette hanging out of their mouths, since Tuesday. And it’s now Thursday.

Swiping on profiles is like pulling a slot machine arm.

(Yes, I know there are no slot machine arms anymore. Indulge me. I’m a woman on the verge.) I have killed hours doing this. I now completely zone out. I get into a rhythm of swiping left so steadily I could be a metronome. And then occasionally, of course, I swipe left out of habit and realize the man was actually kind of normal looking.

Just when you thought you won…

Slots = Put money in. Press button. Lose. Press button. Lose. This happens about 302 times until your brain shuts itself down and you go into aforementioned zombie mode.

Occasionally, you win and get really excited until you take a closer look and realize you won $1.25.

I feel the same sense of loss when I swipe through profile after profile. And then, magically, a man appears that seems to have all his teeth and has not been living under a rock since 1993. I feel like those winning slot machines are going off. Then I read his profile and find he is completely devoid of intellect and ability to use a comma. $1.25.

Flaming pinball, nerd, music lover, wine snob, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. IG: vanessaltorre

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