W hat sort of biological genius is it when the human body starts to shudder at the mention of marriage? It’s catching up among single women. Taylor Swift’s weapon of an engagement ring has scared the lightbulbs out of many reformed Swifties. But being single is another kind of pain when there are hardly any unpartnered friends left in the circle. So with her jobs, opinions, and strong zero tolerance to emotional labour, the new age woman is looking for a part-time boyfriend, an ovulation boyfriend, sometimes a location-specific partner. Not necessarily all at once, just with abject loyalty from each.

It’s more realistic than expecting a lover to get you the moon. He’s a dream boy enough if he insists on lifting her luggage, cleans up after himself, and leaves.

This isn’t commitment

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