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.

The following poem is written based on my experiences from the Uber rides I participated in as the passenger

Need I say more? (Yes, please read this)

Why must I be sacrificing the sounds of the world, each time I want to partake in my daily listening? Is it worth missing the arguing couple’s shameless screaming match on the footpath?

Our time spent together is always enjoyable, so why must we have such a complicated relationship? Mi dispiace verde uccellino.