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This data captures dating patterns in broad strokes — it certainly doesn’t mean that every guy you meet in NYC is looking for an open relationship.

So please give us your thoughts on your city and your dating experience there in the comments below.

And it’s even harder for men; New York the very worst US city for guys messaging women, who reply to men’s messages only 10% of the time.

While New York may be the most difficult place to get a message, it’s got some upsides —daters don’t ghost here as much as they do in other cities.

Sometimes I forget that the way I date here in New York City is unique. Here, career-focused daters work long hours, a cocktail costs , and there are over 200,000 more single women than men.

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