Unfortunately folks, that friend would be me. This doesn’t mean that I am unable to be in a relationship by the way (single men, reveal yourself), and nor does it mean I am somehow sexually inept.

Love… it can be the most exciting, intense and amazing thing in this world yet it can also be the most scary. I’m not talking about the love you have for your friends, family and yourself, I’m talking about the all-consuming, deep romantic kind.

So, over here in the UK, sucking and fucking in your house is banned, but driving to a castle to test out if you’re blind – well that is fine. But also now you can hang out in a bubble? I can’t much keep up.

I hate the phrase ‘hopeless romantic’.

It’s paints a rather putrid image for me, as if I am some hysterical woman running around London, desperate for even an inkling of male attention.