By Bibi Lynch
Can you remember when dating would focus on “My buddy likes you …” and end having a kiss that is cheese-and-onion-flavoured? Or whenever, at the job, an informal “No, no – I want to go directly to the printer for your needs” would (eventually) trigger an invite for the after-work sauv blanc? Or whenever loved-up or annoyed buddies would attempt to fix you up along with their other solitary mates more than a bowl of adequate chilli con carne?
Fulfilling somebody does not actually happen that way any longer.