What does it do to one’s soul to swipe?
For me, discovering dating apps was like happening upon crack cocaine. The starting pistol for my ‘dating’ was the decree absolute. I guessed it from the envelope. Still, it was stark seeing it on paper. For so long it had been pencilled, now it was in ink: ‘The marriage solemnised on… has legally ended.’ My first instinct was to crack open a six-pack. Of Cadbury’s Creme Eggs. I ripped off the foil, bit open the chocolate shell and licked out the fondant. My second response was even more gluttonous: setting up a dating app profile. New to the game, and hopelessly naïve, at first I couldn’t figure out why so many women were so strident in their disavowals of the poor old Office for National Statistics – until