This piece has been written ten times over, so I’ll just play with what I know. I’ve been around and of internet-age long enough to have used any number of services, from my early days rummaging about in the hashtag channels of chat-rooms, to the sexy swipes of Tinder time. With time, as I imagine can be said of any pursuit, you get rather good at snap judgements — I see a face, frown, I flip to the second round.

And to one specific flag: avoid any woman who thinks it acceptable to describe herself using a four-letter Myers-Briggs abbreviation. It’s the urban woman’s horoscope, as though some set summation of self is any sort of indication of compatibility. I’m sure the test does grapple at some fundamental personality traits, and whilst I’m loosely familiar with the details, it’s an impersonal retreat. It’s an online dating site, stewing with words, language is what the viewer deserves.

An earlier interest answered the question, “The first thing people notice about me” as “INTJ”.

In some respect, that told me everything I needed to know, as in nothing more.