By Josh Gardner, who missed the first two White Fox seasons and still hasn’t caught up
MODERN dating is a hellscape. Or so my friends enjoying bountiful casual sex thanks to dating apps tell me. But relationships are the real AI-generated desert.
I’ve been exclusive with the same girl for two years now, in a prison constructed of love and affection that I willingly entered into by my own volition. I know! When polygamy was right there!
But it’s got stale. I don’t know how. We avoided basic Boomer bitch mistakes by keeping a progressive routine where I’d do the washing up if I could be arsed.
And yet, inexplicably, the cracks are there. These days she only sends me links to Gaza fundraisers, when in the throes of our honeymoon period we were sweatily exchanging hundreds of Big Chungus m