Anddddd we’re back for round 3. It’s been awhile since I’ve done a round up of the maybe, the no way in hell, and the please delete my account now montage of dating app profiles (if you’re new to The Serial Quiller, welcome! You should read #1 and #2, if only to share in my pain).
At this point, I should probably admit that dating apps have become less of a tool, and more of a social experiment I keep running, despite mounting evidence that I should just pull the plug. Yet, here we are — another round of Dating App Roulette, where the matches are dubious, and the conversations start with mild curiosity, but usually end with me questioning my life choices.
If love is a numbers game, then statistically speaking, I should have hit the jackpot by now. Instead, I keep pulling the lever, watching the same archetypes roll past — Mr Situationship, Mr Emotionally Unavailable, and Mr "I’m Still Figuring Things Out".
At this point, I’ve pretty much accepted my fate. The wheel is spinning and the chat bubbles are loading - are you ready to dive headfirst into another round of unhinged screenshots?



