Before Christmas, Bryan Johnson put himself on the radar for something other than being a spookily pale, immortality-chasing billionaire.
Best known for being the weird science guy dedicating his substantial resources to “optimising” his lifespan as much as biologically possible, Johnson had always seemed a little, well, off. Much like hardcore crypto-bros and Jordan Peterson enthusiasts, he projected a somewhat incel-y air. Romance seemed the last thing on his mind. Surely Johnson was too busy imbibing his own teenage son’s plasma in a quest to conquer death to have time to do something as banal as date?
