While we can judge Miami men for sharing a bedroom wall with abuela, having their vices, or even hooking up with that girl that looks like Snookie -- we can’t blame them for Miami dating as a whole. Why? Because us girls do it, too. Though we historically look for something more real, when that cute guy comes along with a good job and a great family, but he’s not the hot Australian DJ we met at STORY, is likely short and doesn’t have a yacht in Bal Harbour, we wait for the next best thing. Because whether it’s our rightful determination to never settle, or the fact that we’ve been told after every breakup that “there are many fish in the sea” (or at the very least, that fake lake in West Kendall), we too are constantly on the lookout for the perfect guy; the one we’ve been trained to believe we’ll find... but will never find in Miami.
That’s life in the 305. And maybe we all need to be better people. But until we figure out how to do that, we’ll always have Tinder -- and of course, walks of shame after talking with abuela.