Over-thinker.

Writer.

Humourless.

We made it through 2020 and what must have been one of the bleakest winters the UK has experienced in a long time. As a woman in her thirties who went into – and will likely come out of – this pandemic single, the implications of having my dating life disrupted for over a year could be quite serious.

I keep a diary, and for better or worse, I have gotten into the habit of reading a page from last year’s diary every time I fill in a page from the current one. In February 2021 the highlight of one week was as follows: “Found a new post office today. It had a nice little shop in it with fresh veg. And it’s next to a pharmacy too. Really good to know.”

I shared this revelation with a man I was chatting to on a dating app and he promptly unmatched me.