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Dear reader,

I am a 23 year old post-graduate student and I come from a pretty ordinary family probably alike to yours. If there’s one thing that I know it is that everything changes, all the time. I discredited online dating up until recently and it was just how I imagined it. Couples looking for a female third, attention seekers, girls with fringes cigarettes and opinions, judgements based on your star sign and overall lonely animal lovers with a strange grasp on anime for some fucked up reason. Apparently you’re very well-liked in the online dating community if you smoke weed and enjoy casual hook-ups. Unfortunately I don’t do either of those so that technically disqualifies me from participating in this vicious cycle of speed dating. The thing is, I’m actually pretty decent, I’m funny but I’m not a clown, I’m somewhat accomplished and I don’t lead people on- which in hindsight is also an unflattering characteristic of most lonely lovers twiddling their thumbs to swipe left or right, super-like or comment on pictures that took at least fifteen tries. I know that traditional courting is incomparable in modern times but it would’ve been great to just go on dates and meet like minded individuals. You see, for my entire high school ‘life’ I lived in a closet the size of Joburg Jewish Mother’s minivan so I never experienced the ‘16 and marry me’ period that most luckily have. Being gay was NOT cool or alternative it was guessed about and usually teased about if someone did something out of order. The thing is, I wish I could’ve taken a girl to my matric dance, however, I took my cousin and my evening ended at 9 pm when I phoned my parents whilst making up some ridiculous excuse about an after party that I wanted to avoid. Of course I was somewhat ‘in love’ with a few girls whilst I attended school but that’s by the by and as it turns out they’re not my type at all. I was never in love with the ‘Heather’ of our school which I’m happy about because, well, she turned out to be an absolute twat. I was in love with the music lovers, the readers, the non-participants on school athletics day and even those who were distraught when that guy from glee passed away (God rest his soul). I also fall into one of the gay stereotypes because I adored my English teacher at some point in time. My point is, if you’re 15, gay and in love write anonymous love letters and at least ponder on what could have been. I’m very much aware of the homophobic climate but- if you’re lucky and you’re in a private school that cares more about drug abuse than your sexual orientation, put yourself out there. You’re always going to be scared of romantic hardships (that doesn’t change) but you’ll grow older, knowing that you remained true to yourself. Don’t let the bastards get you down.

Lots of love,

X

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Still a better love story than twilight

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Find a soul that doesn’t lose appreciation once they are used to you.

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get you a girl who kisses you at red lights

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