the paradox of choice

In this time of incessant isolation, we lust for connection. After turning 18, deep in isolation caused from a global pandemic, i was enamoured by the fact that after years of feeling unfit as a woman, i was getting the male attention that i so heavily desired when i was younger. That rush of elevated male validation wore off quite quickly; they just became pixels on a screen and shitty pick up lines. They weren't real to me despite dates and calls that proved their interest was real. Maybe i became more knowledgeable and acknowledged the fact that someone else's opinion doesn't define me or maybe the sheer amount of choice and amount of men playing limbo as the bar is on the floor, caused me to detach from these pockets of the internet.

I say i have a desire for organic meetings but is the success only reliant on location?