Why Dating Apps Slowly Destroy Your Self-Worth

Joachim’s shyness prevented him from taking the step to the big venture capitalists to raise enough capital to make the app world leading.

The interest among the audience was there, but it wasn’t enough.

His test panel was far too small and now it had to be released for everyone to see.

That required advertising funds, and they could only be obtained from investors and he couldn’t attract them because he was impossible in social contexts.

Therefore, the employment at Q could give him the start-up capital he needed to be able to do this on his own.

Through smart investments that he had a good handle on; he could grow the capital he would earn at Q and within a couple of years he would be able to begin his journey towards becoming a world leader.

That is why the employment at Q was so important to him.

There were other companies, but Q had a unique commission system built on competence that would enable his journey much faster, and it was a hurry because the competitors were cheating on everything.

Q was a must.

That’s just how it was.

The art students came in a quarter of an hour late and could clearly hear the sighs and grins which they responded to with dismissive or disgusting expressions.

Nikki did everything she could to sink deep into the group and not be seen.

If she was lucky, she might not be chosen at all, she thought, and realized the idiotic nature of that thought.

Joachim bit his lip.

Some of the girls were really good, smart chicks who would be a joy to work with.

But most of them were decadent attention-seeking girls with bad emotional lives who only dreamed of being loved.

Often, they had been abandoned by a guy they still loved and were building future dreams with even though he had left them mentally a long time ago.

It was with ill-concealed contempt that he looked at such stupid bimbos.

But there was no time for such thoughts now.

Now it was a matter of luck because this was about drawing lots – that was the way the students would be paired up.

There were certainly degrees in hell.

Among the blown bimbos, there were still those he could handle.

They would probably do as he said and that would be enough to get the grade he so desperately needed.

But then there were those who would ruin all these plans.

He admitted that there might not be that many, but the chance was still big enough that he could go to one of them.

The school was so small that he had learned the names of most of the postgraduates.

Then the principal began to speak, and it was time to decide who would get to work with whom.

Maybe the real problem was never love — only the way people searched for it.