Millennials and Gen Z were promised meet-cutes. Instead, they got 2 a.m. “u up?” energy from men who treat Hinge like a long-distance pen pal program.
One San Diego woman thought she was setting a wholesome, achievable New Year’s resolution: one real, in-person date per month. Not a situationship. Not a talking stage. An actual date. Fast-forward to late February, and the only thing she’s collected is a 2 a.m. Hinge message from a man named Nick asking to “spontaneously hang out,” as if romance now requires insomnia and zero planning.
