Ok, I admit: I have a tendency of overusing Aimee Mann in this blog. There is a reason for that, no doubt. Her songs are damn good in describing what I need to say. Get this, for example: I once met a lovely boy in Berlin. He was cute, we kissed, we swapped instagram. I'm pretty sure this was pre-pandemic, although a quick search on one of my blogs says it was 2022. Irrelevant. What is relevant is that, to this day, almost 2 years later, I keep trying to chat, start a friendship, see him when I go to Berlin or hope to see him when he comes to the UK. I think he's been to Brighton ever since. But he never reciprocated. For him, was just a kiss in a bear club, he moved on. I didn't. There was another boy, at the same trip, whom I met for a very brief moment. Also kissed. He was waaaay out of my league - different sport, actually. I have been since trying and trying to build something more, to chat, to see him in Madrid. He was in London recently. Nothing. He does not give a f...