‘…and there he was before me. All seven very well filtered photos of him…’
‘…our first date was like no other. We got shitfaced, moaned about our jobs and had a snog outside the train station….’
‘…our eyes locked in a coffee shop queue. And I shat myself . We’d been speaking on Happn and I’d got drunk last week and sent him a picture of my tits…’
‘…my heart skipped a bit when I realised she actually looked like her Tinder pictures…’
‘…I knew we would go the distance, the first time he ended a text with a double xx…’
‘…the night we first made love something changed within me. I knew she was better than the rest of the girls I’d slept with.
‘…we kissed goodbye at the train station after spending a night of unbridled passion, tangled in each other. He said he would call me later and off I skipped filled with anticiaption. I waited and I waited.
He came online, he went offline, and then I never heard from him again…’
‘…we just clicked, you know. I mean I knew we would. Because the internet told us we had so much in common…’
‘…then there was that time he came round to Netflix & Chill. And he stayed for breakfast. And I knew then it was getting serious…’
‘..the day came that I realised that I preferred sitting on my sofa looking at my phone next to her then I did anyone else…’
‘She put us in a relationship on Facebook.
When we hadn’t had ‘the chat’.
I locked it off there & then’.