The neon sign flickered. It was late, and I was sitting in my car outside a Logan Square bar, the bass thumping through my windshield. My phone lit up with another notification from that app. I’d just left a date that felt… fine. He was nice enough. We talked about our jobs, our favorite neighborhoods, the unbearable summer humidity. It was a perfectly adequate Chicago date. Yet, driving home, a familiar hollow feeling settled in my chest. I’d felt this before. This is the Chicago slot machine: you pull the lever, watch the faces spin, and hope for a jackpot. Most of the time, you get a small, forgettable payout. You feel the chronic, low-grade dissatisfaction of being with someone who doesn't truly see you, all because the thought of being alone in a city of nearly three million people feels like a sentence.
I felt the exhaustion in my bones. Another failed attempt. Another person who just didn't click. The silence in my apartment felt louder than ever.
The conventional wisdom says you just need to change your strategy. Join a new app, try a different bar, expand your radius. But that's backwards. It treats a symptom, not the disease. The real issue isn't a lack of options; it's a fear of the silence between them. And for me, a Black woman in a city where the dating pool often feels segregated by invisible lines, that silence is filled with a different kind of noise—the constant, low hum of wondering if the person across from you truly sees all of you, or just the parts that are convenient.
I’ve spent years watching friends and myself fall into this pattern. You match with someone. The conversation is pleasant. You meet for drinks at The Skylark or a coffee shop in Wicker Park. The conversation flows, but it stays on the surface. You talk about where you work, not what you dream about. You discuss the Cubs game, not the book that changed your perspective. You navigate the unspoken dance of cultural references, hoping they land, hoping they don't assume.
I remember thinking, “This is fine. It’s better than being home alone on a Friday night.” And I’d almost believe it.
This leads to the dreaded “situationship.” It’s comfortable. You text, you hang out, you even have routines. But it feels stagnant. You’re circling the same emotional runway, never actually taking off. The pattern repeats across different Lakeview bars and Lincoln Park rooftops. The faces change, but the hollow feeling remains. The deeper hurt is the slow erosion of your own standards. You start to believe that this low-grade connection is all there is. The fear of being the one left out in a city buzzing with social energy becomes more powerful than the desire for a genuine connection. So you settle. You trade the profound for the practical. You trade the person who shares your cultural shorthand for the one who just doesn't get it but is 'nice enough.'
The constant buzz of Chicago—festivals, street fairs, endless brunch spots—creates a unique paradox. The more social opportunities you see, the more terrifying the prospect of missing out becomes. This fear of solitude in a city that never sleeps makes ‘good enough’ feel like a safe harbor. You’re not choosing a partner; you’re choosing a shield against loneliness.
I felt this acutely after a friend’s engagement party. Surrounded by happy couples, the pressure to pair up felt like a physical weight on my chest. I just wanted to disappear into the wall.
Then there’s the illusion of choice. Dating apps present a smorgasbord of profiles. It creates a shopping mentality. You’re always looking for the next best thing, the slightly more compatible match, the person with a better apartment in Streeterville. This traps you in a cycle of novelty over depth. You’re not building a connection; you’re just swapping one superficial interaction for another. It’s exhausting, and it keeps you from ever going deep with anyone. It keeps you from asking the hard questions about compatibility that go beyond shared hobbies and into the realm of shared values and lived experience.
Finally, we carry the weight of past failures. Every awkward date, every ghosting, every situationship that fizzles feels like a personal referendum. We internalize the shame and misattribute it to the city. “Chicago dating is just so hard,” we say. But what we’re really reinforcing is a core belief of unworthiness. Each ‘failed’ date becomes evidence that we don’t deserve better, making ‘good enough’ seem not just acceptable, but inevitable. We stop believing that there are people out there who will be excited by our full, complex selves.
Here's what I'd suggest: stop looking for a better date. Start building a better life alone. The key insight is that the solution isn't to find a better person on an app; it's to engineer a life where being alone in your apartment doesn't feel like a sentence, but a choice. This neutralizes the desperation that makes ‘good enough’ seductive.
I began to reframe Chicago not as the problem, but as the catalyst. My own little experiment in living.
Instead of using the city’s energy to feed your fear of missing out, use it to build a rich, fulfilling solo life. Take the same intentionality you’d put into a relationship and pour it into your own existence. Master a skill at the Silver Cloud in Andersonville. Explore a new neighborhood on foot, not as a potential date spot, but for your own curiosity. Fill your life with such compelling solo activities that a date becomes an enhancement, not a rescue mission.
Actively plan weekends that celebrate being alone. This isn’t about isolating yourself; it’s about proving to your subconscious that solitude in Chicago is enriching, not threatening. Go to the Art Institute on a quiet Tuesday morning. Take a long walk along the Lakefront Path without headphones. Sit in a cafe and read. Notice the quality of your own thoughts when you’re not performing for someone else. I felt a surprising peace the first time I spent a Sunday with no plans and no guilt. It was like a weight lifted. The city felt like mine again, not a backdrop for my loneliness.
Shift dating energy into building a diverse portfolio of non-romantic connections. Join a running club on the Lakefront Path. Find a board game group at a local cafe in Logan Square. Volunteer at an animal shelter. This builds social resilience and drastically reduces the emotional weight you place on romantic prospects. When your need for connection is met in multiple ways, you stop expecting one person to be your everything. You stop needing them to be your only window into a different culture or your sole source of validation.
List what you truly require in a partner, not from a fear-based checklist of what you want to avoid. Are they kind? Do they share your curiosity? Do they make you feel seen? For me, this list now includes a partner who actively engages with my cultural background, who doesn't treat it as a novelty but as a core part of who I am. This clarity acts as a filter. It repels ‘good enough’ matches and attracts aligned ones. Writing this list felt like drawing a line in the sand. I was no longer willing to step over it. The fear was still there, but it was quieter now.
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