Adventures In Dating Apps in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

What a way to start a morning.
Woke up to someone on Tinder having actually matched with me. I have Bumble, Tinder, Match, and OKC and between all of them… I never get picked, much less matched.
So, I sent a message. The young woman’s profile showed that she had Gothic tastes but was relaxed and more “appreciated it” as opposed to “obsessively dedicated to the lifestyle.”
I said: I appreciate your chromatic fashion choices! Excellent sense of style. How are you today?
She said: I’m cool. Give me your phone number, there are too many fakers on here.
I said: I know what you mean! I had a conversation once where the whole thing was basically a sales pitch for her Only Fans!
She said: Well cat’s out of the fucking bag, I guess. Bye!!

Great.

So… despite a more open approach on these… nothing. Do I have to go after the 360 pound women who have had 6 kids? (I saw 4 women fitting that description this morning) Like… I just don’t fucking get it.

How am I… an intelligent, compassionate, kind attorney with a good job and a house with most of my shit together… considered the least desirable combination of elements for a man? Like… when did “part time job crashing at his buddy’s place and making 1/4 of his child support payments” become more desirable than what I can offer?