Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. For a while I was swiping so much I was barely thinking. Dating apps had hijacked my fingers, brain and evenings. I’d swipe, mindlessly and without looking, under the table at group dinners or during TV ad breaks. “This is modern dating,” I’d tell myself. “It’s a job. I have to keep on going. This is the key to my happy ending.”
For months, this was my normality. But the lifelong romance I was looking for never materialised. As I sat on
