terrifyingly limited. One girl I know here says, in all seriousness, that she has ‘completed Tinder’. Still, the options can’t be worse than the people I dated in London, where I mainly went out with toffs, artists and start-up CEO w—kers.
My particular type was mummy’s boys and bad intellectuals who could quote Jordan Peterson while I was trying to orgasm.The potential for dating in Cornwall is more exciting – at least I tell myself that.
As I write this, we’re the only county in tier 1, so at least if I meet someone I can legally take them to bed. ‘You could date a plumber, then an electrician, then a gardener while you do up the house,’ my friend Martin suggests, pragmatically.I start in the obvious place.
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