I’ve been on and off Raya since the year it launched. That was also the year I got divorced. A couple months here, a couple months there.
Let me show you exactly how you’re fucking this up right now.
I don’t have a physical type and I like both women and men. This makes looking at profiles feel insane. So when I scroll through profiles, what I do is I think: Why did you pick that picture of yourself?
Are you getting off a jet? Wearing sunglasses inside? Is this a video of you driving? A picture of you at Stonehenge? Snowboarding? Are you a sporty woman or man trying to prove you sport hard and often will be sporting?
I’m conducting psychological autopsies of people’s self-perception based on their camera roll choices.
Then there’s the name. Do I want to say your name out loud? Do I want to say your name over and over for the rest of my life?
Then there’s proximity. Raya loves throwing people at you from Brussels when you live in Los Angeles. From Tokyo when you live in Los Angeles. Cool. Great. That’s definitely gonna work out. I’ll just casually date someone who lives fourteen time zones away.
So I’m scrolling through, eliminating people based on their aesthetic choices, their name, and whether I’d need a passport to fuck them.
And I’m still not even at the actual problem yet. The thing that’s costing you real money and real relationships right now. The absolute fault in all dating apps that everyone refuses to fix.
Say you match three people:
