If you have followed this column for any length of time, you will probably have read my articles about how much I love being single , and I really do. I adore having my own space , spending my own money, and being able to starfish on my own bed, scrolling social media for hours without having to explain myself to anyone. I love being single so much that I genuinely worry I wouldn’t recognise a good relationship opportunity if it ever presented itself. At this point, Tom Hardy himself could offer to move in, but the second he messed with my scatter cushions or ate my Cornish Yarg, he would be out on his ear.

But none of this means I don’t encounter the stigma that comes with being single every damn day. We live in a world where coupledom is regarded as the norm, and when you don’t co

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