You Are Dating an Ecosystem
There was a time when a relationship meant two people in one household, trying to live with each other.
That era is gone.
You don’t date a woman anymore.
You date what her feed serves you.
Her group chat.
The Instagram explore page that shapes her taste.
The vocabulary borrowed from her favorite online therapist.
Micro-influencers she follows without thinking.
The TikTok algorithm that nudges her mood.
The attachment style she diagnosed herself with.
Opinions from friends, refreshed by the hour.
You are never with one person alone.
And the same is true for her.
She is not really with you.
What she’s with are your notifications, your online habits, your algorithmic byproducts.
The digital residue of your life weighs as much as the real man sitting across from her.
Two people in a relationship is now a historical relic.
A museum piece.
Something that belonged to the age before the endless feed.
Back then, a partner had maybe three confidants.
You knew all of them.
You knew their biases.
You knew the stories they told.
You knew what they thought about you.
Now?
You have no idea what gets whispered into her mind at two in the morning.
Not by a friend, but by something closer than a friend.
Some post on a theory about “boundaries” and “red flags.”
A content creator who declares your entire existence problematic because they need engagement metrics.
And it doesn’t stop there.
She has friends.
Each friend brings her own feed, her own micro-culture, her own AI therapist, her own algorithm humming quietly in the background.
The influence multiplies outward, exponentially, like that old legend of the rice grain on the chessboard.
Relationships used to be negotiations.
Now they are competing broadcasts.
And the worst part is this: these voices don’t just comment on the relationship.
They rewrite in real time.
They take the ordinary friction of daily life and turn it into pathology.
What used to be a disagreement becomes “emotional labor.”
A bad mood gets labeled “toxic energy.”
Forgetting to text becomes “avoidant attachment.”
Ordinary human flaws get repackaged as clinical disorders.
The person you wake up next to is not the same person who scrolled through her feed while you slept.
And tomorrow she may be someone else again.
The same happens to you.
You might think you are steady, but your own feed is shaping you in ways you don’t notice.
You carry opinions you never thought through, anger out of nowhere, and suspicions that have no real source.
You bring them home like dust on your clothes.
Two people loving each other sounds simple.
But what happens when each of them carries an army of advisers?
That’s the real problem.
You will never be in a relationship with one person again.
You will always be in a relationship with her network, her internalized culture, her digital chorus of opinions.
And she will be in one with your own digital ghosts.
The old world had predictable norms.
You knew who influenced your partner.
The family.
A close friend.
Maybe a therapist.
You could more or less map the territory.
Today the territory is infinite.
If she has doubts, will she talk to you or her council?
And that circle now includes an algorithm designed to amplify doubt because doubt produces engagement.
Maybe she asks her AI.
And you ask yours.
It’s not betrayal.
It’s fragmentation.
You won’t be in a relationship anymore;
you will be in a negotiation between two information systems.
Every moment you spend with your partner has an audience you can’t see.
So when someone says, “Just find the right person,” you almost laugh.
The right person is no longer alone.
The right person is bombarded with advice.
The right person will change in ways you cannot anticipate.
Yes, you can love a person.
But you cannot love an algorithm.