you could say that I am ‘the thinking man’s crumpet’, and every so often a man comes along and decides that I will be his crumpet.
But I have not dated since I was twenty. This is due to my illness.
I understand that some people manage to marry even with a mental illness, and find support with their partner, but I am not confident that this could happen in my case.
So I just wriggle out of invitations, and find excuses not to go for coffee.