I think I've finally figured out where it all went wrong with dating. SHE SAID - Paige NickI think I've finally figured out where it all went wrong with dating.In the beginning I thought online dating was a great idea. I could meet tons of guys (or people who claimed they were guys) without ever leaving my pyjamas.We no longer had to shower or dress and face the world. We didn't even have to wash our hair. It worked hugely in my favour. After all, I'm an overweight advertising copywriter; I'm guaranteed to make a better first impression in writing and with filters and Photoshop on my side, than under the harsh light of day at Cubana or Mugg & Bean.But as with all good things, like cheese or Flings, what draws us to it, has become its downfall. By taking most of the dating transaction online, we've removed our voice. It's almost impossible to determine tone in a text.Even the word ''goodbye", can be read in a dozen different contexts, depending on your mood. It could be sarcastic, passive-aggressive or loaded. Who would blame you for not even considering that ''goodbye" might just mean, I have to go now because my train has arrived, so I'm saying goodbye because that's the polite thing to do. Until later.Out with a bunch of girls the other night, a friend, let's call her ''Lips", held out her phone and asked: ''What does this mean?"The text read: ''It's all fine."''I think it means that everything is all fine," friends Robyn and Chryssa said.''But what else does it mean?" Lips asked.''It's all fine!" we chorused.''But sometimes we have to read into things," Lips said.''No we don't!" we all shouted, lying through our teeth, because at some point we've certainly all read something into a message. And ended up thinking a guy was ditching you subtly, when really all that happened was that his battery had died.HE SAID -Jason Mykl SnymanThere's been an alarming increase in the number of things I know nothing about. Online dating apps like Bumble, Tinder, Hinge, etc rank up there with getting out of bed on the list of things I'm pathetic at. Listening to teenagers talk these days is like having an out-of-experience body as opposed to an out-of-body experience.Real dating seems to have gone out the window in favour of this online thing. Online, the odds are pretty good, but the goods are pretty odd. They match you up with somebody who shares all your interests. Why would I want to go out with a total weirdo?Showing your love used to be buying flowers and writing a poem - nowadays it's looking at somebody for five minutes without checking your phone. I miss the way things used to be, when people used to make mix-tapes to express their love. I still prefer meeting people the old-fashioned way - through alcohol and bad judgment and the prison penpal system.Back then, friends with horrifically poor taste were the only dating apps you needed. They would say: "Hey, I know this great girl. You'd be perfect for each other."And then you call her up and ask her to a movie and a fancy restaurant. Next thing you know your dating has gone too far and you're married. Sounds grim.But, still it all seems better than these online prospects, with their shoddy grammar, misleading profile pictures and creepy 2am messages. I'm swiping left on online dating.E-mail us if there are any topics you'd like She Said/He Said to write about: amillionmiles-fromnormal@gmail.com..