Dear Randa,
I’ve been on the apps for a couple of years now and have started to notice how much I allow my own little dating-app heuristics to determine my love life. I’ve developed rules to avoid people. I’ll swipe past certain jobs (I assume bartenders have odd schedules and finance workers are, well, soulless). I’ll skip the overly sincere (You’re seeking someone “passionate”?! Okay) and people posing with exotic sedated animals (That’s just weird).
Some of these feel like obvious filters to weed out people I’m genuinely incompatible with, but I can’t kick the feeling that I’m swiping left