Finding love in the big city is an exhausting hassle in 2026.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wading through the cesspool of narcissists and cheaters. Riding the emotional rollercoaster that is thinking you\u2019ve hooked a catch only to find out the person is, in fact, a worm. Spinning around on the seemingly endless cycle of meeting potential partners, on apps or in-person, going on a few decent dates, then getting ghosted.\u00a0It\u2019s a chore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So, we \u2014\u00a0two single Post reporters tired of swiping right and left \u2014\u00a0figured, why not give the job to our moms?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Post reporter Asia Grace (right) enlisted mom Catherine to help her navigate the headache-making dating apps scene, putting the idea that mother knows best to a romantic test. Lone Pine Press for NY Post<\/p>\n
After a string of disappointing dates in the Big Apple, reporter Allison Lax (left) and her mother Deborah Deck joined forces to find her a valentine. Erin Blewett for New York Post<\/p>\n
Not because these literal angels-on-Earth don\u2019t already have enough on their plates \u2014 but because mothers truly know best.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s at least what we\u2019d hoped to confirm upon handing over our online dating profiles to the ladies who gave us life.\u00a0And with the concept currently trending, where young singles across the country are seeking the help of trusted family members<\/a> \u2014\u00a0why not us? <\/p>\n For several weeks, our mothers swiped, sent \u201clikes,\u201d laughed, griped \u2014 all the things one does on the virtual quest for love (except for messaging with the guys, we took care of that) \u2014 hoping to beat the odds and find suitable lovebirds for their darling daughters in the concrete jungle, in time for Valentine\u2019s Day.<\/p>\n Could they do any better? Or was the mission doomed from conception?\u00a0<\/p>\n Asia says: <\/p>\n Asia\u2019s been single for several years, and only recently turned to Hinge and her mother for help finding \u201cthe one.\u201d Lone Pine Press for NY Post<\/p>\n There\u2019s one sentence no daughter ever wants to hear their mother say: \u201cThis guy must want a threesome.\u201d<\/p>\n Lucky me, I got to hear that \u2014 and loads more cringy commentary \u2014 as my mom swiped through a sea of potential suitors for me on Hinge.\u00a0<\/p>\n The man she safely assumed was on the prowl for a\u00a0m\u00e9nage \u00e0 trois\u00a0had taken great pains to spotlight a \u201cfemale best friend\u201d in nearly every photo on his dating app profile. <\/p>\n Not only that, he forewarned any would-be sweeties that winning the woman\u2019s approval was paramount in the terms and conditions of becoming his beloved.\u00a0<\/p>\n Catherine helped Asia pick out her first date dress ahead of her evening out with her Hinge pick. Lone Pine Press for NY Post<\/p>\n Needless to say, we swiped away \u2014\u00a0just another online dating unsolved mystery. <\/p>\n Maybe they were the two nicest people in the world, but from personal experience, the chances of randomly landing on God\u2019s gift are slim to none \u2014 especially in cities like NYC,\u00a0rated \u201cworst\u201d<\/a> for singles, where we\u2019re all over matchmaking apps, according to Bloomberg<\/a>, reflecting a nationwide\u00a0increase in swipe fatigue<\/a>.<\/p>\n Count me, a singleton in my 30s, among the group that\u2019s had it. Sure, I\u2019d like to have the handsome man, the healthy marriage, and a happy home. But my experience on the apps has been pretty rough.\u00a0<\/p>\n From a fella who surprised me by bringing his newborn baby on our first date, to an aspiring stripper who literally disrobed and danced around the crowded restaurant with erect nipples, I\u2019ve seen it all.\u00a0Jaded? You bet \u2014\u00a0I often feel ready to give up on the problematic hunt entirely.<\/p>\n But when faced with a seemingly insurmountable problem, who do I always turn to?\u00a0<\/p>\n Mommy!\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m looking for someone who has a relationship with God, who\u2019s educated, employed, a good height and marriage-minded,\u201d said Catherine during the Hinge hunt. Lone Pine Press for NY Post<\/p>\n My mom, Catherine, is my absolute best friend who absolutely knows me best.\u00a0<\/p>\n She knows my likes and dislikes, the characteristics I admire in a man, and the foundation on which I plan to build my future marriage.\u00a0Most importantly, she knows my strengths and shortcomings, my sweetness and shallowness, and my abject disdain for the apps. So, why not let her have a whack at it?<\/p>\n \u201cIf they say \u2018Yes\u2019 to smoking marijuana, that\u2019s a big turn off for me as your mother,\u201d Mom said while thumbing through the digital database. \u201cI\u2019m looking for someone who has a relationship with God, who\u2019s educated, employed, a good height and marriage-minded.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is hard work, man!\u201d<\/p>\n Alas, it\u2019s not just me being pessimistic and picky. Finding that diamond in the rough\u00a0is, in fact, nearly impossible \u2014 even for my Wonder Woman of a mama, who previously ditched internet dating for herself after growing weary with the irksome work.\u00a0<\/p>\n