Dear Vix,
I’m sitting here looking at a phone that hasn’t pinged or buzzed in six hours and feeling depressed, and I finally have to admit it: I am starving on a diet of “hey stranger” texts and “maybe next week” promises from the man I’ve been “dating” (though it doesn’t feel like it!). It’s the same loop every time. I meet someone, the chemistry is electric – and for a few weeks, I’m the centre of their universe. Then, the inevitable shift happens.
