I have friends swiping (mostly left) on dating apps that I'd previously never heard of: Pure, Twine, one about coffee meeting a bagel? "There's plenty of fish in the sea" and "on to the next" are colloquialisms that we SHOULD abide by after ill-fated online dates, but why is it that oftentimes, we don't? In Episode 12 of the Rejection Therapy Podcast, Jason Comely and I interview two folks who have embarked upon the rejection therapy challenge and share their war stories.Follow him on Twitter at @jasonshen and subscribe to his private newsletter.Here, six couples open up about how they broke all (the alleged) rules, and found love on the New York City Subway. Photo: Jordin Althaus / © Fox / Courtesy: Everett Collection My roommate and I have a game that we often play when we get on the subway.One December evening a few years ago, I rode a crowded 5 train home after a long day at the office, sardined between a blue-haired girl playing music without headphones and a middle-aged man with halitosis.Finally arriving at my stop, I exited the crowded car quickly -- prematurely jubilant over the bottle of wine and leftover stir-fry that awaited me at home.I'm convinced people don't even make an effort to strike up a bar-side conversation anymore, simply because they don't have to. You set up a first date, then continue to text a bit over the course of the week. Well, once you become invested in all the messaging and texting and hoping that lead up to meeting one human, even when it goes spinal-tap painfully, you're more inclined to keep it going (and even go out a second time).They’d rather spend that time out with their friends, and then later hunt for tail on their i Phones wearing sweats with I'm certainly not against online dating (disclosure: I met my boyfriend on Match). ), I certainly endured my fair share of trial-and-error with prior male suitors from the site. You find someone's profile and photo decidedly un-revolting. It's just, you've already put in so much effort, so you try to convince yourself that maybe it was first-date jitters; maybe you'll want to kiss him next time; maybe on Wednesdays he opts for pants that cover his man ankles.It was then I felt a tap on my shoulder as a man's voice barked: "Excuse me!" I'm a New Yorker, so I naturally assumed I was about to be mugged -- or, more likely, asked for spare change. only to be faced with a stunning man who appeared to be around my age. "I had to tell you that you have the most beautiful hair." I was shocked; and though it was an obvious line, it worked.