Are all the men really jerks?
Are all the women really musician-obsessed?
Is it really impossible to go a bar and not see an ex or two (and always the worst ones)?
You have until Friday at 5 to contribute (We have to get issue 1 to print soon!):
Share your first-date horror stories, or anything at all about the trials and tribulations of trying to find a decent co-pilot for your journey towards eternal bliss. You can be dead honest, because this is an anonymous form. And we’ll all learn a thing or two about how to treat each other.
The sketch in the teacup above: by Peggy Tremblett