Excuse me, but I have a bone to pick with loved-up couples who have weird pet names for each other and celebrate bi-monthly anniversaries on social media.
Yesterday, while I was scrolling mindlessly through Tinder as though it were some sort of Millennial duty, I had an epiphany:
What the hell happened to setting your mates up?
In a post-dating-app world, the art of pairing two seemingly compatible single friends has been lost. When we’ve got thousands of ‘eligible’ men or women at our fingertips, it’s assumed we no longer need a leg up by the people who know us best. But guys. We do need a leg up (pls).
