QUITE ASIDE FROM all the horror stories, and quite apart from finding it creepy and vaguely embarrassing, my aversion to the whole dating-app enterprise had to do with narrative. The purist in me didn’t want my life beholden to an algorithm, didn’t want to be deprived of that first, fateful encounter. Wasn’t the most important part of any love story its beginning?

But I swallowed my pride and quickly realised a fledgling relationship is made of story no matter how it starts. The reciprocal recounting of past love: all the beginnings, and all the unravellings, the story you choose to tell of why you haven’t yet found someone, and what it is you’re searching for.