Dating in 2026 is a strange little theatre. Nobody wants labels. Nobody wants pressure. Nobody wants to answer the question: "So where is this going?"
Suggest exclusivity and suddenly everyone has become a philosopher. Why define things? Why rush? Why ruin something natural with expectations? And yet, these same people will happily tattoo eyeliner onto their faces.
Commitment, it seems, is not dead. It has simply moved from romance to beauty.