Sunday world dating
“That’s the world I live in now and I have to confess: I hate it with every fibre of my being.” If it were only Melissa opining about her attitude towards love and relationships in the 21st-century, I’d have sympathised and moved on.
But her blog has popped up on the social media newsfeed of over a dozen of my friends and associates – all of them aged 25 and under. The dating rules have changed – and more traumatically than we, the people who grew up doing it differently, realise.
They report that Mantsoe’s Ghanaian “sangoma” was allegedly also involved with the murder, but apparently died shortly after Mantsoe admitted to police that he had burnt Mokoena’s body in a field in Bramley.
Everything is more complicated these days, she explains.
The mental, sociological and emotional driving forces behind seeking out a mate are so unutterably altered that, if you don’t understand the rules, you’ll not only stay single, but look like an idiot.
“Nobody asks you out on a date; they just ask you to hang out – so after you do, you can spend the next three days that you’re supposed to be ignoring them wondering exactly what it meant …
I have a simple solution for those of you who struggle with these haunting questions: ask the other person.