blame it on my southern upbringing where my 17-year-old guy friends held bags, opened doors and all but catered to a bunch of bootcut-jean/high-heel wearing Princesses.

i am old-school when it comes to love.

i like communication and plans and old-fashioned meet-cutes. i recently had one at a ketel one party i went to on a whim solo dolo. it probably won’t go any further than that wednesday night, but it happened as organically as same time/same place.

so imagine me, loving these things attempting to love in a world of tindr/bumble/match.

i don’t knock anyone who online dates, but it’s just not me. i am a skin-to-skin, eye-to-eye, do-we-have-chemistry-in-this-same-moment type of girl.

and i was starting to think i was alone in this sentiment until i read this spot-on piece “swearing off the modern man.”

now, i’m not in the business of swearing off any whole group (unless he’s overly tall/handsome/charming/someone i’ve already dated), but this essay nailed the disparity between affection’s surface and its depths.

let me know what you think ♥