Confessions of a singleton: when your chat-game sucks…

I swear to god, I was put on this earth to entertain. Entertain in a manner that pertains to destroying all future prospects of having kids, and not dying alone. I met a guy on a night out in London on Saturday... again. Obviously, I’m not a normal person who meets people sober or in … Continue reading Confessions of a singleton: when your chat-game sucks…