Our charm comes in the form of Nor’easters, questionable accents, and a veering-on-psychotic love of sports.So if you want to find love in Boston (like Gronk erotica-level love), persistence and creativity are key.The most significant difference among them is that this Rochester belongs to a New England state that is listed in bold when you Google “Least diverse state.” If you flip through my year book from senior year, you will count 3 black students in my class, only one of them being male.Although New Hampshire is over 94% “white alone”, (and zero percent Native American) my high school proudly flaunts the Red Raider mascot, a stereotypical Native American with a face tinted blood red (Census Bureau, 2014).This was the place I was born and raised; where nobody had to whisper the “n word” or hesitate to stick some feathers in their hair and paint their skin red as a sign of school spirit.Growing up in New Hampshire didn’t prevent me from making friends or dating guys who weren’t white.You’ll probably also end up at Paradise, Machine’s much trashier Cambridge cousin.
Women wear flats on coffee dates and almost everywhere else (because cobblestone streets are hell on stilettos).Not that any of these things have ever happened to me. Unlike in NYC and LA, the people you date will not have professional headshots on their online profiles.Most people don't want to date someone who lives too far away, and in Boston, “too far away” usually means the other side of the Charles. They’re more likely to post selfies of themselves in graphic T’s and enormous, name-brand headphones.Sure, there are awkward people everywhere, but in Boston, it seems like the lion’s share of the dating pool. Most Bostonian 20-somethings (and a fair number of 30-somethings) live with other people their age, so you better have that Spotify playlist on lock, and the dishes out of the sink by morning.Accept the inevitability of dating people who spend more time with their Mac Books than their fellow humans, send unsolicited and inaccurate erotic fiction via text message after your first outing together, break out a backgammon board in the middle of a bar but refuse to teach you how to play, or demonstrate how many push-ups they can do (approximately five) in the middle of a crowded Chipotle, while confused onlookers hesitantly order burritos. On the plus side, this means most of us aren’t going to move in with you until we’re good and ready, and even then, we’ll likely make sure there are a few buffer friends in the house so we can try out the whole living-with-you idea before really shacking up.But it’s 2015, and we no longer have to sacrifice our standards to avoid hypothermia.