I quietly thought to myself: It feels like being at a meat market, but with half-off We swapped numbers, but neither of us followed up with a text.
In a way, this doesn't feel dissimilar to speed dating: Here, a person was standing in front of you with a tablet in hand, ready to show you photos of a room.
Though I had failed to find a room online, "Speedflatmating" made me appreciate the pragmatic nature of these interactions on the internet.
You're free to ghost on anyone you're not seriously interested in, despite what you had said to them in person.
As it turns out, my roommates were big smokers sspeed the neighborhood wasn't for datng.