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This site is never, ever going to get you laid. There are snails that split into two snails and have sex with themselves faster than you would get laid on Gleeden. There are so many stupid hoops to jump through that the chances of ever meeting a real woman is just about zero, and what you WILL find…. What do we mean? Read on to find out exactly what we found! Everything about it, from beginning to end, was so terrible it made us want to turn and run away as fast as we could, as far as we could.
The relative worth of a dating site should really be dependent on one thing: If those zeroes got together and gangbanged a zero, this is the zero that zero would crap out.
This is zero squared. Every layer you peel back from this failure onion just reveals another way in which you will not meet women. If being a married man and hooking up with gorgeous girls is what you want, you have come to the absolute antithesis of the place where you want to be. Is Gleeden a scam? Yes, Gleeden is a scam. However, the ways in which it is a scam may surprise you. They want to know about your job, your body, your life, your hobbies, and what color your hair is.
All of that would have been bad enough, and more than enough reason not to sign on again. After all of that happened, and we completed pages and pages of questions-the freaking website froze!
We waited, quit other programs, and tried to restart it, but no luck. We sucked it up and quit the program-all the other pages in our browsers still worked. It took several tries and a LOT of cursing , but we finally got this stupid website to let us into the profile page, for all the good it did us. While the profile creation and initial setup is definitely the worst thing about Gleeden. No, there are plenty of problems. Chief among them is the fact that there are pretty much NO girls to meet. Be a great mother.
A thorough professional who spends just the right amount of time in office so that you are not accused of compromising on your family life. I decided to break out of the box life had put me in. At least in my personal life, where I was feeling the most letdown, where I was not an equal opportunity player. I had been reading about Gleeden , a dating app for married people. Like everyone else who has been married for long and swapped the sheen of romance for the disquiet of domesticity, I was terribly curious.
About 6 million singles are estimated to be registered on several online dating applications across the country. Solene Paillet, spokesperson from Gleeden. Which dating site is right for you? Maybe he was lonelier in our marriage but had found a different way to cope with it, by drowning himself in work? You could argue that I could put all this effort and energy to mend my marriage. Most members here are on the lookout for some side action, very much like those who join AshleyMadison. I call him my FILF.
I took the plunge. I created a fake account on Gleeden and logged in. While a lot has been said about modern-day dating apps, where women often accuse men of only wanting to jump into bed with them, one of the first things I realised was that sex was not the only thing on offer. It was just one of the things. They too were looking for amicable companionship. Sex was a byproduct, if things went beyond the confines of the app.
The protocol was simple. If we connected and felt that the other was not a freak, we moved to another chat interface, outside the app. This is because a dating app, which invariably has more men than women, can be distracting for a woman user.
You are bombarded with messages every mini-second. If a conversation is going well, you want to take it away from all that. Just easy, breezy flirting, on an anonymous chat window. Mind you, not WhatsApp. That is considered the next level. Then I began to look forward to pillow talk. It is like the exhilarating rush of a first crush. Something that was completely absent in the customary two-minute conversations with my spouse about lunch, what the kid did in school, how we had to finish our pending errands over the weekend and other such exhilarating themes.
As I got hooked to the app, over a year, I met a total of eight, whom I call good men, in person, over drinks and dinner.
This happened only after our comfort levels with each other had grown. At such meetings at a pub or a restaurant, our conversations veered towards morality, marriage and the mundane.
They told me of other women they had met through the app. Housewives, head honchos of corporate houses, entrepreneurs, marathon runners, et al. They were all using Gleeden. As I listened, the reality began to dawn on me. How a couple in a marriage — through years of love, conflict, comfort, raising children and wanting different things from life — begin to stop seeing each other.
This, I realised, was normal and happened to everyone. Many refuse to acknowledge it because we are raised to believe in the happily ever after. It was like looking at a mirror of sorts. What the men were complaining of their wives, maybe I was doing the same to my spouse? Maybe he was lonelier in our marriage but had found a different way to cope with it, by drowning himself in work? Eventually, I did get involved with someone, taking it beyond just dinner and drinks. I call him my FILF. We try to keep it simple.
Be an emotional anchor to each other. Offer sex to each other when we can. But after a decade of being married I know that the fundamental problems between my husband and I will never fade.
Instead of fretting over it, I have chosen to accept the imperfectness of it all.