Now I’m in my 30s I get a lot more accusatory questions and unsolicited advice from friends about my (lack of) love life.
“Have you considered lowering your standards?” I’ve been asked.
“Your problem is you’re too picky,” someone else will offer.
“Just go on Tinder,” is the current most popular advice.
But no, I have no plans to “lower my standards”, and although I sometimes go on a swipe frenzy (or my friends do on my behalf), I barely ever actually talk to anyone on Tinder because I am paralysed with fear.
Not fear that I will like them, or embarrass myself. Fear that I will have to go on a terrible date with a person I’m not attracted to and then pretend that I might call them, all because online dating is a vague and bizarre ocean filled with many unsuitable fish.