I often get asked if I have a boyfriend. And every time I can happily, emphatically answer with a “nope, still as repulsive to the opposite sex as last time you asked, thank you very much”.
However, a problem arises if you ask me if I’m seeing someone. “Well…sort of…I mean, we’re not really seeing seeing each other we’re just seeing each other. Do you know what I mean?”
Invariably if the person I’m speaking to has been single at any point in the last decade, then yes, they know exactly what I mean, because if there’s one scenario that’s become endemic amongst myself and my peers, it’s our inability to define a relationship after the first five or six dates.
It’s fine at first – you go on a few...