When I went out on in-person dates, they weren’t always as fun as my fantasies. The flesh-and-blood men I met in pubs usually seemed smaller and less substantial than their 2D profile photos. I often got the sense I didn’t quite live up to the Hinge me, either. My real voice always sounded so much louder and less sultry than my voice notes. Once I asked a man whether I could kiss him, and he said, “I’m good, thanks”, as though I had offered him a crisp.