The site held a similar philosophy when it came to distance, and we employees would sometimes joke we needed to add a special filter for New Yorkers that let them specify,.
At the time, I loved the concept of online dating and went out with other Manhattanites almost every weekend. I found myself always distracted, thinking more to myself about how to make a graceful exit than about whatever my date was saying.
Then one day I had my wisdom teeth pulled and my cheeks became grapefruits.
Figuring this was not a great first-date look, I made no weekend plans.
My childhood neighbor from New Jersey, recently divorced, met her Syracuse boyfriend through the phone game Wordfeud.
A couple of weeks later, for work, I started combing through a data set of Ok Cupid “success stories”—blurbs that couples wrote in to let us know they’d found a soul mate or spouse through the site.
“For the right person, distance isn’t a problem,” one user commented.
“I was young and stupid when I made the trip,” wrote another.
But then, what you say to a stranger you’d probably never meet?
Freed from the pressure of a pending outcome—no question of a second drink, moving to a second bar, or going back to anyone’s place—I became immersed in these conversations that lasted, sometimes, for hours.