Last night my date was ruined by someone I’ve never even met.
He’s 33 and married with a child. He’s a Taurus. And he’s worth $70 billion dollars.
His name? Mark Zuckerberg.
OK, so I guess I'm partly responsible too. It’s not like by creating Facebook he literally tied my hands to the keyboard and forced me to stalk my potential suitor’s Facebook. And Instagram. And LinkedIn profile.
What he did do however is make tagged photos freely accessible - on a loop.
And give me a direct link to the profiles of family members that I could comprehensively stalk too.
So all in all, I would place the burden of the dates success squarely on Zuckerberg’s shoulders. One hundred per cent.
All the mystery, ruined.
There are just so many reasons why the invention of Facebook - which I'll admit I couldn't live without - makes dating in 2017 a minefield.
Firstly, it ruins all the mystery.
The best part of going on dates is the gradual exploration of your companion’s personality, interests and background. It’s like running through a maze with no right way or dead end (I use 'running' figuratively- running is awful). Every conversation leads to another tangent and then to a story, and then off you go on another tangent.
BUT last night, thanks to Zuckerberg, I felt like I already knew everything that could possibly be a topic of small talk.