I’m drawn towards the sincerity of the handwritten sentiment, be that loving or loathing, and the fragility of the material article, its capacity to be lost and found in life’s flotsam and jetsam, rather than the text which loiters in cyberspace.
Virtual dates may not have the same level of intimacy as physical ones, but they are still a unique and effective way of connecting, experiencing the world, and even feeling romantic together – be that via multi- or single-player games, or on streaming services.
What’s so detrimental about being in lockdown with the love of your life, I hear you ask?
“While Love Island isn’t devoid of its own problems, at least it doesn’t claim to be creating an environment that fosters the “personal development” of its contestants.”
“If Tinder were a place, it would be Fever. Specifically, Fever on a Tuesday night , a time when we almost certainly have better things to be doing with our time than dancing the night away to Akon remixed with S-Club 7, or idly swiping the night away from the comfort of your own bed.”
In the first of her weekly column, Alice Garnett explores whether Tinder really is the Land of Opportunity we might hope it to be.
Reader, I married him. I looked at him across the dancefloor and stared deep into his eyes. ‘Will you?’, I said, heart-racing, vision blurring. ‘I don’t know you very well, but…okay,’ he replied. Success! 3 days into freshers and I have scored a guaranteed friend! They have to stick around if you marry them, right? Read More…