If you are approaching 50, and you’re a single woman, you’re probably done by several long miles (imagine trekking across the Sahara Desert in high heels). The Frogs don’t turn into Princes when you swipe them on Tinder or Hinge or any app that was designed to help you build grand delusions in your non-existent love life.
The golden jubilee number is like a totem if you’ve been hitched for decades and decades, and have accepted the love, hate, worship, judgement, periods of infidelity and farts from your life partner, and have emerged as the only woman who will ever walk beside the other, pretending to still be in love.
But, if you’re single, divorced, unhinged or terrified of double-dom, then by the time you’re 50, you’ve gotta embrace the dust. The women it seems, in particular, want slightly younger men these days only because they look so young themselves. Bots and AI are obviously not the only things making news in the tech-frenetic world. Anti-aging face creams and spas are doing equally ground-breaking work on bodies and skins. Not many men root for those techniques to retain their youth, though the numbers are rising in certain echelons of society.
The others, many of whom are exhibiting their 50-somethings’ terrifyingly hanging jowls and bouncing pot bellies, are brave souls hoping to find the Princess who will kiss them, if only for a night. Hark, the men! They swipe to anything that represents feminine energy, but have to be well below 30 with a perfect match ratio enabled by some algorithms designed by nerds sitting in crumpled tees and unwashed jeans somewhere. The Frogs want the heady cocktail of a curvy body perhaps, a musical note to their sagging energy and man-boobs. So how would the balance of the worlds work because they are terribly afraid of woman their age? Who said the invention of apps was meant to introduce balance? It is all about merely convenience in the online ‘grant-my-wish’ dating world; convenience until the point when the dust has been established as lowly and cheap and happy to be so, and you become aware you never were supposed to use the app in the first place looking for the Frog Prince.
Reams of newsprint, stacks of videos and heaps of self-help books related to ageing doesn’t make it easy for anyone with dozens of dating apps ready for download. If at all, the hopelessly filterized photos from several years ago that are often being used as clever bait to catch flapping juveniles is the one of the greatest factors related to poor matches and re-matches that turn into life-long (whatever is left of it) quests for the elusive fairy-tale.
Frogs con’t turn to dust in real fairy tales, but of course, if you’re a single woman embracing 50, don’t expect that they will turn into Princes either.