Only in San Francisco can the 13th-largest US city by population be considered a “small town.” Yet this is somehow paradoxically true in our fair city, where an incestuous little community of available singles is generally interconnected with fewer than three degrees of separation.
Your date will know your ex -- heck, probably several of your exes -- and yes, your references will be checked.
Oh, that can’t possibly work.” I’m sure people who live in Los Angeles find that Wait, is the sushi burrito free-range and vegan?
Is that bacon-wrapped hot dog lactose-intolerant-friendly? San Francisco has an array of world-class restaurants and cult-favorite food trucks, but expect a long debate about which eateries you can and can’t visit because of dietary restrictions, social justice concerns, or animal rights considerations.
Here are a few specific things I learned from dating in San Francisco, where a startup T-shirt is considered semi-formal attire, where your match is likely to employ a dating app coach, and where the About Me sections of our hookup apps say “No hookups.” San Franciscans have many, many theories on gender roles and archetypes, and you’d better brush up on the work of writer/activist Rebecca Solnit lest you commit a dating protocol error.
If you really want to score points, describe your sexual orientation by making a hyphenate with the word “flexible.” But be sure to keep your class-, ableness-, or cis-privilege in check.
Every dating website or app has users who fudge a little bit on their age, height, or how recently the photographs were taken.
The once-pedestrian act of sharing phone numbers is the new “show me yours, I’ll show you mine” -- an act of trust that indicates an escalation of romantic interest.
San Franciscans will only date people who live within a 15-minute Muni ride radius, so you better hope that your bus comes on time.