Reality Check – It Might Be You

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Ladies, gather ‘round. It’s time for a Reality Check, not the sugar-free, guilt-free version your bestie gives you over wine night, but the kind that hits harder than your third failed Hinge match of the week.

Let’s say your profile reads like this: “Highly successful, über-intelligent, over 50, never married, no kids, emotionally evolved, spiritually advanced, eats kale for fun, and believes all men are the problem.”

Whew. Sis. That ain’t a dating profile—that’s an obituary for your romantic life.

Let’s keep it funky: if every conversation ends with you telling a guy what’s wrong with all the other guys, what do you think he’s doing? Spoiler alert: he’s not leaning in. He’s already texted, “Gotta go, my dog’s on fire,” and unmatched.

Now, if you’re over 50, never married, no kids, and proudly proclaim you’re the catch, but somehow every guy you date turns out to be “trash,” then girl… plot twist: you might be holding the garbage bag.

Guys aren’t that deep. Most of them want two things: peace and someone they’re attracted to. And if you’re not giving either one—because your vibe is “high IQ with low EQ,” your attitude smells like expired vinegar, and you communicate like a YouTube comment section—then we gotta talk.

You can’t slide into every dating app like it’s a TED Talk on why men suck, especially when your dating history reads like a horror trilogy. If you’ve “been on every app” and “had the same bad experience every time,” maybe it’s not the apps. Maybe it’s not the men.

Maybe. Just maybe.

It’s. You.

And look, nobody’s mad at you for not being a 10. You don’t have to be. But if you’re rolling up in the inbox of gym-hardened silver foxes with dimples and real estate portfolios while calling yourself “a queen” and offering zero softness, zero humor, and zero physical appeal, you’ve got a better chance of matching with a ghost. And not the dating kind—the actual “boo!” kind.

Hot take? You can be successful, single, smart and loveable. But if your tone screams “I hate men” and your smile looks like you’re posing for a mugshot, that’s not intimidating. It’s exhausting.

This ain’t about being mean. This is about being real. If you don’t want to die alone with your cat swiping for you, then it’s time to stop blaming men and start adjusting your mirror. The reflection? That’s your competition.

Reality check delivered. Now go fix that bio, soften that tone, and for the love of Cupid, stop saying, “I’m only here for something serious,” while treating every match like it’s a job interview for your therapist.

You’re welcome.