Personally, I like being called a "lovely lady", beautiful, sexy (usually only that last one after we've met and, er, sealed the deal though). But I take it for the hyperbole it is.
Aaaaargh.....the COVID excuse that perhaps sometimes isn't an excuse but you can't really call them on it because it really is a serious thing, but then...
A timeline of COVID fucking up my love life:
March: suddenly can't see Mr Shipwreck.Have one date with Mr S[parky and then can't see him again for 2 months- and then for a socially distant walk. This eventually results in never seeing Mr Shipwreck again
and spending far too much time thinking Mr Sparky and I were going somewhere, which we weren't;
September: had a nice weekend away planned with Mr BigCityBoy, when my ex came down with "mild COVID symptoms", so couldn't have the kids, so we had to reschedule;
October: Mr BigCityBoy cancels our rescheduled weekend away due to relatives getting symptoms/ other relatives having travelled internationally/ complicated logistics/ paranoia
(true or not? Impossible to tell);
Last night: Mr Double Decker is literally on his way to see me when he starts coughing, gets The Fear, and pulls over to tell me he's cancelling. However, having slept on it, he is now confident that it isn't Covid, and is coming over tonight instead.
This is just a little vent; I know that everybody is suffering in some way due to Covid, and that some have had it far harder than me.