I’ve had a haircut. Painted my toenails. Found a frock that says: come hither, but not too hither yet, please. I think I’ve even fine-tuned the art of eye-flirting when masked. I’m ready to go on a date — if only I could find one.
I’d assumed that the grand reopening would be followed by one of my own. Single friends of mine broke the rules to break their sex droughts, but I haven’t seen another naked human in 18 months. Dating was awful pre-pandemic, but surely now the apps would be packed with half-decent men. They are, it’s just that none of them wants to go on a date with me.
Pen-pal dating culture — matching and messaging without ever intending to