W ell, I don’t remember his name and I also just vaguely keep in mind exactly just what he looked like – he’d eyes, i guess he wore pants. But I’ll bear in mind my very first online date. I recall the day after, when my flatmate asked me personally just how it went. We beamed at her over my cup tea. “It’s from a catalogue,” I said like I picked him.
We came across that guy about ten years ago. At different uncoupled times in the intervening ten years, I’ve discovered myself slinking back once again to internet dating, like a lot of others. An incredible number of others.