The site was launched in Denmark several years ago and has since opened in several countries including Britain, the United States and Japan.
For as long as I can remember, I've watched my friends pair off. As an introvert, I not only like my alone time, I need it. I said it: "I'm lonely." And try as my paired up friends might, they don’t seem to fully understand what it's like to watch everyone around you fall in love. I don't have that one person I come home to at the end of the day, with whom I share all the mundane details of my life. When you're not part of a couple and you're living alone, physical touch goes out the window. I'm talking mundane, everyday, almost-no thought-put-into-them touches. I've tried really hard to make them enough, but it's like forcing a puzzle piece into a spot it doesn't belong. Giphy Or maybe it just seems that way when you're not.
Temporarily and fleetingly in high school, longer and more lasting in college, and now, permanently. But, somewhere along the line, I stopped just being single and started being lonely. They don't understand that I'm lonely and what it means to be so. So I parse them out between friends and family, sometimes oversharing because I just need someone to validate my existence. Last week, I realized it had been months since I’d been touched by another person. But when the loneliness is overwhelming and all-consuming, I can't help it. Giphy No matter how much I like my friends' significant other (and really, they're great! Although some may argue there are benefits to being a third-wheel, a little part of me dies every time I have to plaster a smile on my face and joke to the waiter that the bill is going to be split, "Two, two, and me. You can push and push and push, but it's never going to quite sit right. But from my point of view, everywhere I look, I see couples.
I got used to my role as the "Single One" — I was even OK with it. Giphy Between boyfriends and girlfriends and spouses and kids and church, there's always someone before you on the priority list. I have an outstandingly good group of friends and family, but as much as I want them to be (and as much they wish they could be), they aren't enough.
I'm not saying it's wrong that I'm not the top priority (of course family should come first). For as much as I value and need alone time, nothing is more isolating than realizing no one has touched you in over a month. I can't help but be jealous of the fact that other people have someone to come home to — that they have the occasional unthinking brush of hands and take so much for granted. There's physical pain associated with being lonely Giphy It's not something you know until you've experienced it, and it's hard to describe. It's an ache in your chest, a heaviness that you can't shake, a longing that only the touch of another person can soothe.
But for the perpetually alone sometimes it'd be nice to be first.
And, well, that just makes things all the more lonely, doesn't it?
Comparing the two or romanticizing something I consider painful undermines my feelings and makes me hate you a tiny bit. You can sympathize and you can think, "Oh, that's really sh*tty," but you can't really empathize. Unless you've experienced it — unless you know what true, deep, painful loneliness is like — you don't get it.
The website promises successful applicants “glamorous parties, a jet-set global network” and “potential contracts from top modelling agencies”.
The Big Short, the film adaptation of Michael Lewis' book of the same name about the causes of the financial crisis, opens in UK cinemas this weekend.