I talk a lot about dating ‘rules’ in my writing and how unnerving it is that we have become too particular about how to date, who to date and how to maintain mutual connections. We rely on rules and regulations, tips and tricks to secure positive dating experiences or ‘make’ someone fall for us. Be it our own precarious stream of consciousness - swooshing about ideas of who we think would be ‘perfect for us’ - or those superficial and outdated ideologies conjured up by other people.
‘Right, so the little grey tick means it’s delivered. When it comes up with their profile picture it means they’ve opened it. And if they haven’t replied, they’re not FUCKIN’ INTERESTED!’ – My Dad
I am a big believer in the concept that people, experiences, books, films, apps, even memes come at us at the right time. And after a lockdown binge on the substantially steamy series of ‘Normal People,' not only did I think it would ever be possible for me to fall any deeper for the Irish accent, but would anyone ever fill the void of the poetically lulling, soft sounds of the male protagonist Connell? His soothing and meticulous manner of speaking left me questioning whether to re-watch the series, but I had a trajectory of Netflix selections and iPlayer recommendations that I was working through and wasn’t sure if it was appropriate for me to re-watch the somewhat muggy moments of the fresh out of exams duo…
I guess I should start by telling you he’s not actually mine.
Flashback to a prematurely midnight blue sky, precariousness filled the air as the nine to fivers cradled their toilet paper bulk buys to their chest as if comforting a small child.
Lockdown was imminent and the city chorused with curiosity. Anxiety echoed through telephone screens, instant messages and website refreshes.