Do You Have Sex FOMO?

I’m getting married this summer, and I have to confess something. I’ve been playing the field. No, wait, come back! Don’t judge me! I haven’t cheated on my man, but I am guilty of the sin of coveting, especially since Tinder was introduced in my friend circle. On any Saturday night, you might find me swiping through a list of the single men in the area, fingers twitching left and right as I treat the dating app like my own personal Pokemon collection. I’m a full-blown addict.

- Michelle Ruiz

That guy was way too hairy. Why did you say yes?” My friend Meghna* complained one night after I matched her with someone I assumed was Bigfoot’s metrosexual cousin.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “Look at how many guys like us. We’re winning!”

Behind my misplaced eagerness to mate my friend with a human gorilla was a more challenging question. Why was I trying to wade back into the murky waters of the digital dating scene at a time in my life when I should be getting out of the pool for an adult swim? Some might say it’s cold feet.

The rise of FOMA