Although I had never used dating apps, I thought I was au fait with what went on – a certain amount of catfishing online followed by an undeniable lack of chemistry in person – but the picture painted here was far bleaker than that.
Talking to the women at new year, who were single not by choice, just as I had once been, didn’t make me glad I had met someone; rather, they renewed my appreciation for my husband specifically.
We were plodding along just fine: comfortable, slightly complacent, grunting at each other from behind our phones, eating dinner in front of the telly, focusing on childcare, keeping on keeping on – like most of our married friends.
We have arranged babysitting swaps with friends in similar boats, so we can go for regular date nights (and, because I’m fortunate enough to be with someone who truly gets me, my husband knows better than to call them that).
The apps weren’t around when I was last single; I met my husband the old-fashioned way, in real life.
