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At 10:13 a.m. last Wednesday, I found myself in a position I’ve been in more times than I’d care to admit: exasperated that the details of my date that night had not yet been confirmed. “Another date night with no idea where I’m going or when!” I texted my best friend. “Same!” she wrote back immediately, herself in the exact same position 1,500 miles away in Austin.

During college, neither of us would have predicted that the hardest part of dating in our mid-30s would be getting men who have already asked us out on a date to tell us where and when to meet them.

I wish we were the only people experiencing this flakiness — something I’ve seen get increasingly worse during my decade on the apps — but unfortunately, we’ve got company.