It's the wild west out there. Depressingly.

Please, gents (and I know, #notallgents, definitely #notallgents, I have fab men followers, and follow fab men) don't do this. Please. In the words of the great Donald Trump *sarcasm font* **double sarcasm font** thank you for your attention to this matter.

And because I'm a people pleaser, it feels rude, horrible and icky not to respond. Or point out, THIS IS NOT MATCH DOT COM. OR TINDER, OR BUMBLE, OR WHATEVER OTHER DATING SITES THERE ARE OUT THERE.

Reader… I sighed. A deep, ancient sigh.

The snotty messages when you don't reply. And this week’s highlight: the guy I very briefly dated in the 90s asking if I remembered him and for me to follow him (not this platform) because “he has things he needs to tell me".

Always a bad sign. The “how are you” variations.

I think I am on the fifteenth edit of my current novel now, after five years. Aaaaaaargh.

No worries at all!

That's so nice!

Genuinely sniggered there, like I'm ten years old.

No bother!

Oh, thank you ever so much! XX