Sure, it was easy to ignore that pleasant man/woman who expressed initial interest in you and thus appeared "too easy" to warrant intrigue at first. But now that you're turning 30 (or something close to 30 that might as well be 30), it might be nice to be in a relationship with someone who actually likes you.
"We're getting older and getting ready to get married," agreed one wise friend. "Time to retrace your steps."
This is #adulting, right?
The "shiny things are sometimes just scraps of tinfoil" awakening
Have you heard of the "paradox of choice"? The theory, in short, explains how having more options renders a person less capable of making a decision.
Incidentally, this notion also applies to Tinder dates.
Just as you might be overwhelmed by the choices in the cereal aisle (the right answer is Reese's Puffs, every time), you may also be sabotaging yourself by exposing your eyes and libido to too many people.
As online dating has transitioned from being a fringe interest to an inevitable mainstay, many of us continue to be distracted by shiny objects; even when our current… objects are sufficiently iridescent. When the limitless options fail to hold our interest, those very stable, respectful, well-mannered humans who took us out to dinner and patiently tolerated our borderline alcoholism seem a lot more alluring than the intriguing psychopath we left them for.