We do not love the person we date; we want to feel love ourselves.
And here was me, with a slightly less dramatic break up, a ghosting experience and a shaky at times love life under my belt.
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His snapchat score was over 56,000. I asked him if he was a player. He told me he wasn't a player.
Spontaneity isn't exactly what I thought of when he decided to ghost me. Was I stood up when I didn't even know what time or where to actually stand and meet him?
I've always had this idea that dating apps are full of people who are desperate for sex, serial killers (cue my ridiculous worry I had about my first Tinder date), and spinsters who are coming to the realisation they will be alone forever.