Yes! Seriously, that one's a stinker. I think I was 22 or 23 before I realised it didn't work that way - by which point all the good ones were taken. Of course, pre 22/23 I was still a fucktard in many and various ways, so it might not have made a difference. But, still! Fucking Hollywood.

Also, Hollywood had me half-convinced that I could go out into the world on dates in a shitty mood and expect the guys to simultaneously brighten my week and fall for me. But no. Sadly untrue.

This should be your title, yes?

You know, I've just gone and changed the working title. Because yes. YES IT SHOULD. (For now, at least.)