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But the biggest dream of all β as represented through generations of pop culture from "Annie Hall" to "Sex and the City" β is to fall in love in the big city Today, it seems as though the opportunities for meeting people are endless; the bars magically appear in every corner of the city like baby cockroaches, dating apps dominate the Smartphones of every self-respecting 8-year-old, and Facebook has long since redefined what was once called "self-representation," whereby hitting on someone now merely constitutes "liking" one of their selfies-with-a-cat pics.
But alas, some would say that Tinder and other dating apps seem to keep us farther away from each other. Personally, I miss the good old 90's, when you could ditch remedial math class just to hang out at Dizengoff Center and get to know your future boyfriend in a soft metal band poster store. So I decided to take one for the team and go out on an investigation on the scandalous streets of Tel Aviv grilling innocent single bystanders about their most embarrassing dating stories, and their favorite dating apps.
As backup, I took Kayla and Jenny with me my co-workers and confidantes and as weapons, we carried with us a camera, tape recorder, and the attitude of the investigative journalists that we are. We went to the most hipster bars in the city β just because we love being humiliated when people reject us with nonchalance. After we begged some bearded men to answer our pressing questions about love, and got half a dismissive glance as a response, I decided to use my well-known charm, which included shouting into someone's ear and pushing him into the corner with a threatening look.
Finally, we found some nice, single people who agreed to reveal their deepest secrets and strongest moves. The fact that they were a little drunk and looked like they regretted everything the moment after the picture was taken did not stop us from writing this important document before you.
