First off, damn you, for making me write my weekly novel, I was trying to quit...
Second. Well done and great subject.
My theory, although it might be flawed, is:
It's not about the money!
We're dependant on the internet. We do groceries with headphones on. We're not taking the risk of an attrocious date, or a marvelous encounter.
Individualism, fear, social anxiety.
Please do not commit the cardinal sin of approaching me in public. If I'm interested, I'll send you good vibes from my mind, telepathically...
Open my phone.
Waiting for the "perfect" profile to show up.
《Here! Prince, princess, find me cute on a set of pictures, please have financial success, emmotional intelligence and a settled past; even if i'm not quite sure what it means. So, I can put you in my excel sheet, under option, 194 B.》
No wonder we call it solo maxxing. We made love a solo packaging commodity.
One size fits all, not reusable. Consigned where prescribed...
Solution?
Realise you're not all that. Work on yourself and find someone who's also broken, willing to work on themselves and love them for their flaws!
.. And for baby Jebus's sake, take the damn risk of failing.
To quote Tyrion Lannister:
《I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.》