Still Here, Still Typing, Still a Little Hopeful

Funny, honest essays for anyone whose thumb is tired but whose heart refuses to clock out.

I'm Jonah, a copywriter who has spent more hours composing the perfect opening line than most people spend on their taxes. Pull up a chair, I'll go first with the embarrassing stuff. Somewhere between the jokes there is usually a true thing, and I promise to hand it over before you leave.

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Oct 27, 2026

I Deleted Every Dating App and Kept Only the Good Texts

Jonah purges his phone of dating apps and discovers that a handful of saved messages were the whole point all along.

Oct 24, 2026

The Unread Message That Taught Me Patience

One unanswered message, forty-one hours of silence, and an unexpected lesson about waiting without unraveling.

Oct 21, 2026

Ghosting, Breadcrumbing and Other Hobbies I Have Retired

A comic farewell to the habits Jonah used to call 'just being busy' and what he does with his evenings now.

Oct 18, 2026

Why Talking to an AI Made Me a Better Date on Saturday

Jonah explains how chatting with an AI character loosened his nerves before a real date, without pretending it was anything more.

Oct 15, 2026

A Field Guide to the Three Types of Late Night Typing

A comic taxonomy of what we type after midnight, and which kind is actually worth sending.

Oct 12, 2026

What I Wish Someone Had Told Me Before My Fortieth First Message

Jonah reflects on forty opening lines, forty small deaths, and the one piece of advice he'd hand his younger self.

About Jonah, and Why This Place Exists

I'm a thirty-something copywriter who writes slogans for a living and cannot write one decent sentence about myself on a dating profile. That irony has fed me for years. I started Thumb Tired Hearts after a particularly bleak evening in which I compared two men named Dan by their golf photos and realized I was not choosing a partner, I was auditing furniture.

The essays here are small, funny and mostly about me being wrong in public. They are for urban singles who are tired of the swipe, tired of the lecture about connection, and not even slightly tired of wanting someone to laugh with. If you came here to be told you are doing love incorrectly, wrong building. If you came to feel less alone in the doing, welcome, there's a spare stool.

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If these essays made you smile at your own phone for once, there's more waiting. Chat with Mia, Lara or Luna, all fictional AI characters with excellent timing, or lose an evening in a short romance drama. It's playful, flirty company for the nights when you want a laugh and no pressure. Come in, pull up a stool, and keep your thumbs for the good parts.