Having been single for all of my thirties, I’ve become comfortable with being the source of hilarious dating stories for my happily loved-up friends. I’ll do anything for the bit, but a year ago, following a spate of ghostings, I decided to start tapping into these well-meaning couples as a dating resource.
To be clear, the ghoster is me. I’d rather just let it die quietly than compose a rejection speech that would be excruciating for the both of us. But it’s horribly bad manners, I know. App-based connections mean you have nothing but your individual connection, so burying it is easy. If I’ve been introduced to someone socially, surely looking bad in front of my friends would curtail my worst impulses?
