I do sympathise with Lydia Davis, who has launched a new dating app called Toffee Dating, “for people on the posher end of the spectrum”. She was tired of feeling “overwhelmed” at the “dearth of potential partners” and thought others might feel the same. Others who, having been to private school, found themselves more alone than ever after endless internet-enabled dates with people that, one assumes, were educated at state school.
By its very name, Toffee Dating makes clear the sort invited: not just those who were privately educated, but those who believe that their fee-paying school background is the very key to their essential being. Toffee is to help toffs better twiddle that key.
But as I say, I do sympathise. The sense of swimming through a sea of romantic junk food, subsisting on a diet of a piece of fried chicken here, a cheeseburger there, also hit me the second I turned to internet dating when a lengthy relationship ended in July 2016.
After an initial and horrifying initial deep dive into a number of websites, as well as Tinder, the urge to cut out the dross was very strong indeed. At one end of the spectrum I didn’t think I could handle one more over-confident stud demanding instant sex, or at the other, another pretentiously lefty charity worker or architect deigning to arrange a date with me at snail-like speed and then, once on the date, telling me all about his love of some bearded songster I’d never heard of.
I too would have jumped at the chance to narrow down the field to people like me. My dream utterance would have gone something like this: “Zoe, you’ll never need to meet another pushy hornball or guitar-playing Oxfam strategist again. There’s this new app that caters to people exactly like you: intellectual snobs with lots of degrees who hate prosecco and love champagne and Margaret Thatcher!”
Somehow I persisted, though, and soon noticed something funny – whenever I tried a dating service that purported to be socially exclusive in any way, I made fewer and worse matches.
The reason, of course, is that dating is not like furniture or truffles or perfume – you can’t just get to the “right” shop and find the perfect product at the going rate. Dating services trade on people and, more specifically, on people’s perceptions of themselves and how they come across – which they get wrong most of the time. Narrowing the pool down to those who think they’re brilliant is therefore asking for trouble. When it comes to partner searching, you actually need the rough so that you can find the diamonds.
Then there’s the fact that schooling is a ridiculous metric for assessing someone’s suitability. As I’ve already made plain, I am a complete snob. But the idea that someone having paid to put you through Radley or Gordonstoun (or in my case, Bedales for A-levels) indelibly marks you with a unique kind of quality is painful. Anyone with half an ounce of decency must know that your school’s price tag has very little to do with your intelligence, character, humour, kindness and ambition – the most important traits in a partner.
Some studies have suggested that private school equips pupils with a confidence that gives them a professional boost, but so what? Most of the best people I know – cleverest, funniest, most interesting – went to state school. By contrast, trying to get through dinner with “Henry, Wellington College” or “Toby, Charterhouse” sounds as if it may be a bit painful.
Vive la difference!
Yes, I’ve had my share of awful and degrading run-ins with the masses on Tinder, but I’ve also met fascinating men, including my most recent (ex) boyfriend – none of whom had remotely similar schooling to me. In the end, the best thing about Tinder and its ilk is their variety. Once you’ve waded through the dross, it can actually be enriching, mind expanding and very attractive to find someone from a different background.
A major recent study backed this up by finding that dating apps have resulted in unprecedented rates of mixed-race marriages. When given the chance, the researchers asserted, it’s difference – not sameness – that we crave. Just ask Prince Harry and Megan Markle – hardly a match made in Toffee Dating heaven.
I wish Davis and her band of lonely toffs well – but if they are anything like me, it may well not be long till they’re all back on Tinder again.