My Dating Life in the Rainbow Realm

It was the eve of Brexit finally being passed when I reluctantly agreed. Perhaps, in fact, that was the apocalyptic sign I had overlooked. The public policy student who tapped me on Grindr soon thereafter suggested indie-coffeehouse Tinderbox as a meeting point, indicating that this date might not be typical. Worst case scenario would be that he merely ticked the hot hipster kind-of-a-douchebag (that I foolishly coveted…