You will meet The One, the love of your life, the man you want to marry. Then a few weeks later, by which time you’ll have the order of his profile pictures by heart and all your friends will know his star sign – a few weeks later you’ll unexpectedly run into the guy and wonder what strong drugs you were on.
You will install every dating app known to man. After several weeks of Hinge-ing and Happn-ing you’ll start to wonder if the cute, sun-kissed guys on your screen actually exist… before remembering that cute and sun-kissed isn’t your type.
You will occasionally meet nice, attractive people the old-fashioned way – through friends. Nothing will happen with them either.
A painful experience of unrequited love in your early 20s will teach you precisely nothing.
If you don’t mind paying for his drinks you’re probably in love. If you keep the receipts in a box on your bedside table…