Online dating profiles reduce humans to commodities. Instead of nuanced individuals with provoking personalities, we transform into a collection of photos and vital stats such as: height, age, body type, diet preferences, religion, political views and our favorite books and movies. In New York City online dating profiles should just include a few photos and a zip code, because honestly that’s all that really matters for so many singles. If you live in Brooklyn, trying to date a person in Queens could be considered a long-distance relationship. Staten Island and the Bronx might as well be in other states, and New Jersey is the vortex. It seems much easier to get into the Garden State then it does to get back. Even though over 19 million people live in the New York City metro area, commuting via subways, buses and cramped highways is challenging. Even when I meet men offline, most conversations start like this:
Guy: “Where do you live?”
Guy: “What neighborhood?”
And then I see the facial expression that says everything I need to know. Their eyes will squint, their brow will cease and it looks like they just smelled some week old Indian food. No one has ever lit up and smiled after hearing it. Some men have actually broken off the conversation after the word ‘Flatbush’ and walked away. They’re hardly subtle about their complete disdain for my section of NYC. On online dating services, things are much worse. One man went so far as to indicate on his profile, he was only willing to consider ladies who lived on the “L” train, or within a short biking distance.
According to the latest census estimates here is how the city breaks down
- Brooklyn 2,565,635
- Queens 2,272,771
- Manhattan 1,619,090
- Bronx 1,408,473
- Staten Island 470,728
Given the odds, I should have the easiest time of it. The problem is Brooklyn is huge and the subway system doesn’t easily connect every neighborhood. So to get to Mr. L train, I would have to jump on the Q train, take it into Manhattan, then transfer to the L train and take it back into Brooklyn. My journey would last an hour maybe 45 minutes, which is just too long for most folks in this metropolis. The Bronx and Staten Island are like different countries to me, and my commute to some parts of Queens could take over two hours. When a guy hits me up and lives in New Jersey, he’d better live in Hoboken, Jersey City or another part of NJ that is easily accessible via public transportation.
I’m not a huge fan of my neighborhood as it has a higher crime rate than others and is a bit farther out from Manhattan, but my rent is much cheaper and my apartment is larger than most. By most Manhattanite standards, my ‘hood is the middle of nowhere. From what I’ve found the most ideal location is Manhattan, as its central location makes it easier for anyone in the outer boroughs. Although anywhere above 125th Street is the mysterious hidden borough called ‘Northern Manhattan’. Just as it’s more difficult to get furniture delivered to neighborhoods like Washington Heights, Inwood and Spanish Harlem, it’s also harder to get anyone to travel to the far reaches of the Island.
I guess I just magically need to make more money so I can afford to live in one of the most expensive places on earth. I’m not expecting much, I just get sick of always being stuck at home with my cats watching “House of Cards” on Netflix. In my neighborhood I’m mostly hit on by teenage drug dealers. I’m not speculating on their illegal activity, I’ve seen them openly sell drugs right in front of me. The average age of the guys who yell “Hey Baby” at me is about 16. Since Flatbush is hardly hip, most of the age appropriate men who live here are very much married or living with someone. I just don’t find a lot of single men age 35-45 anywhere, but I especially don’t run into them in my part of Brooklyn.
I think this is why those hook-up apps like tinder are so popular. They really do take away all effort completely. Want free sex from a somewhat attractive female who is easily accessible, in more ways than one? Just swipe right and hope she does the same. I still refuse to get that desperate, until then I will remain in Flatbush and hope that somehow a guy might want to ride the train for more than 20 minutes to see me. Or maybe I’ll get a job managing a hedge fund tomorrow and move to a mansion in the Hamptons. When I live in my sprawling estate I can pick up guys at the local tennis court, or while riding the ponies in a co-ed polo match. Anything is possible I guess.
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