Whether it’s an inquisitive stranger at a party, an aunty or uncle asking at family lunch or the date sitting across from me, getting questioned about whether I make TikToks all day and scroll on my phone for a job is getting old.

And I love to think (although it’s my kryptonite sometimes), so I think I love the changes I have made.

Drag queens rock my world. It’s as simple as that.

He was one of those local celebrities that I hadn’t heard of in so long, I-iyiyi believed he was almost obsolete in the Australian cultural landscape.

Regardless of the fun, dates aren’t always just a side-show alley game to me.

I’d prefer to be in the good books of someone who has footage of me dressing up and lip syncing to Lady Gaga in 2010.

…because in a decade when our lives look completely different, we will look back at pictures of us in our Salomons and uniqlo white tees and chuckle with a warmth in our hearts.

It’s moments like these you realise you are indeed dating strangers, people who don’t know you or your general preferences or, in my case, strong feminist ideals.

Single women are sick of being pigeonholed as the burning-bra feminist types who pride themselves on hating men.

As a child, I pictured the 25-year-old version of myself: she had mid-length blonde hair, a side part and was wearing a relaxed suit and holding a clipboard for some reason.

My “members-only” personality, which I was so proud of, was a prize I awarded those who made me feel comfortable.

Let’s call it the 60s equivalent of scrolling on your small screen (phone) while playing a film on the big screen (television). We can’t be blamed for our yearning to lead an efficient life; it’s almost always been the case.