A new app associates potential lovers with things that they hate

Contrary to countless elements of popular culture, living in New York as a single woman in 2018 is one of the most fascinating, unpredictable and attractive experiences that is available in the world. infinite range of possibilities of life.

However, I am a person who loves the whole gamut of the dating process. From encounters to discovery to finding levels of compatibility, especially the feast of my brunch partners with my exploits, appointments with New York natives make stories that I could not mention with the nooks and crannies more crazy about my imagination, reports news.com.

I am not a traditionalist dating either; I am just as open to meeting men during my early morning break as at the proven Bumble and Tinder dating app.

It was not so long ago that I had recommended an application of meetings, accompanied by the disclaimer that it " to be a good match for my "strong" personality. Started by Brendan Alper, a former employee of Goldman Sachs, he had a point of difference that piqued my interest. Instead of matching people with a shared geo-tag or an obscure algorithm, his problem was to match people without dislike. In other words, he seeks to find love by hate.

Have an automatic respect (and an enthusiast) for anyone who shares my aversions about rockmelon, slow walkers and shoes on the bed, Hater sounded good.

It was also time to get things moving. Tinder's transactional reputation can often be a gateway for obscene creatures who anonymize on the Internet. While Bumble works with a fundamentally feminist philosophy that I identify with, systematically making the first decision can become tedious. Especially with my first line of "smooth or crunchy peanut butter?"

. Creating a profile on Hater was a fascinating exercise in self-discovery. This involved the essential (and strategic) upload of profile photos, specifying my age and place of residence, and of course, a "supreme hatred".

Then I presented a series of polarizing subjects, in which I had to specify preference to love or hate them. On the list included Ikea furniture badembly, aphorisms such as "Live, laugh, love", Nickelback, cargo shorts, abstinence, sending of bads, a gas station. wine, a comic, Donald Trump … the list is long. With over 2000 topics, to be exact.

I found the application itself extremely user-friendly and surprisingly cathartic – two great victories in a world of tedious listings and painstaking information sharing. With my profile configured, scanning could begin.

Designed on the model of previous dating apps, sweeping left denoted no and right meant yes. I was paired with men sharing a similar dislike for me – ranked with a percentage of compatibility with hate – and it was easy to control the candidates based on their hate (and, of course, profile pictures ).

This immediately created an addiction. Joe hated white wine, so he was naturally out. Adam was instantly disqualified because his pet peeve was coffee. (You can take the girl out of Melbourne, but you can not get Melbourne out of the girl). Men who hated pregnancy, Ruth Bader Ginsburg or selfies, were also amazing. A difficult pbad.

Quite quickly, I made connections with several Hater gentlemen, and our introductory conversations almost exclusively focused on the psychology behind why we hated what we were doing. Anyone can love puppies after all, but it takes a certain person to hate the under-poached eggs. There were some inevitable discussions, but two suitors seemed compatible enough to come to face-to-face meetings.

One of them was with Brendan, an 84% match, whose hatred for animals was "advertisements that follow me on the Internet". . After having a drink at my bar in Brooklyn's must-see, we quickly discussed and extrapolated on things that we hated each other apart from the options offered by the app.

It became clear that our shared grievances united us more closely than our affections. hating things together seemed more personal. However, the date itself could be described as "harmless"; which means it was quite nice, but I will not wait for a follow-up call on the phone.

My second date was with Daniel, a 74% match who hated "green texts" before anything else. I knew that my term with this Hater would be shortened when it became clear that what he really hated above all else was life. Like any seasoned date, I used my excuse insurance and went to attend a fictional dinner.

What I remember from these dates is the liberating sensation of avoiding traditional jokes and immediately arriving at the gravelly ground. It was refreshing because we usually book a glimpse of our "worst egos" or what we consider to be our negative attributes for the third or fourth date, at least. The varnish has been lifted.

In a global climate of extreme division, it was refreshing to experience solidarity with people through the things we hate. As Alper explained: "What we hate is an important part of our identity, but it is often swept under the carpet in our public figure."

Have I met my soulmate by Hater? The jury is still outside. The application now lives in a folder on my phone, next to Tinder and Bumble, and I'm sure I will resume it at the appropriate time.

But for the moment, the verdict is made and I certainly did not hate it.