I'm talking about my search for love and the despair that accompanied it.

I had almost resigned myself to the prospect of being stuck in proud loneliness forever. I had met guys in real life in different places and situations, and (in vain, very vain) I had given a chance to my best friend, who I thought had been secretly in love with me for 10 years. All I did was avoid dating apps and not go out with a “looking for a boyfriend” sign.

I finally gave up and downloaded the app. And now I'll talk about pointless dating and desperate searches for love.

So.