For me, after getting to know a Hinge match (who we shall call Mark) over endless glasses of wine and one very embarrassing pub quiz, I agreed when he invited me back to his flat in Brixton. While it wasn’t as successful as when someone knows exactly what you like and how you like it, it was fun once the nerves subsided — and just like with Georgia, it made me feel desirable and wanted; the opposite of how heartbreak makes you feel . Plus, we had sex on his kitchen table (he lived on his own, thankfully), and it felt new and exciting – I couldn’t remember the last time my ex and I had sex outside of our bed.