When I first tried it, in my late twenties, I was mesmerised by the bells and whistles of app dating. I loved how deliciously strange everyone was. I’d always suspected that there were no boring people, only boring questions, and a few years on the apps served only to reinforce that suspicion. Somewhere between the doctor who turned up to our first date wearing a latex fetish suit under his sweater and chinos and the guy who waited all evening outside my flat after I tried to break it off with him (“It’s romance, I’m being romantic,” he cried as I double-bolted the door), I began to grow tired of strange.
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