A grave message of defeat mixed with the pungent aroma of uncontrollable self-assessment. The most haunting words in your entire existence, youve scrolled far too hard and come to the most embarrassing of all premature climaxes. Is it time to extend the distance that extra few KM? or consider the 50 year olds lurking at the arse-end of the age range? Without the constant reassurance of fresh matches you are forced to fall at the feet of strangers on the street, or reinvest yourself in an actual social life involving people who exist and you recognise. Whatever.
