The problem with dating

If you're doing it right now, at least

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It’s a Thursday night and I’m sitting in the pub across from a close friend who is crying about a boy. The boy in question was into her. So into her, in fact, that they’d started making plans for trips away in the summer. He’d sent her links to hotels they could stay in and restaurants they could visit. He’d suggested books they could read side by side under a beach umbrella, with a bottle of rosé perched on ice in between them. He’d even sent her a photo of his holiday shirt (it was hideous).

Still not over this hotel room in Beverly Hills, or the designer dresses I was sent by Net-a-Porter to wear to the Vanity Fair Oscar party.

Nonetheless, this was not enough to put her off. They made plans for the weekend to book the flights. Then came the text: “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. But FYI feel like I should mention I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.” She was bulldozed. As was I — because it’s the third time I’ve heard a story like this in the last few months.