There are a few extremely important things to filter for when drowning in navigating the online dating cesspool: fuckboyness, serial killer potensh, and height.
Remember the days when the only way to predict what kind of man you’d end up with was to spend $200 on a psychic, another $100 on crystal healing stones, and then wait for a “man of great riches” to show up in three to six months?
There comes a point in every betch's life when she realizes she needs to stop acting like a serial Bachelor contestant and get serious about not dying alone.
Unless you're a nice girl who believes you'll "find love when you're not looking", you shouldn't put "not here for the hookups" on your Tinder profile.
Every betch has experienced this moment online dating: you swipe right, he swipes right, you get to talking and he doesn’t immediately seem like the type of person who would wear your skin as a suit.
Pet Benatar once said "Love is a battlefield," and I think the more modern and infinitely more accurate saying would be "Dating is a minefield." There's so much shit we have to watch out for: bad pickup lines, dudes who are still posing in their profile pictures with dead fish, Trump supporters, catfish.
