When it never goes further than one night, are you doing something wrong? Something you said? Regrettable hookups, straight mate experimentation, and the frenemy that is dating in the digital age…   Ben writes: I’m 23, a classic young gay millennial – working in the arts, attempting to make the jump to vegan, I learned who Cher was through RuPaul and Mamma Mia 2 (sorry!) – and I’m in a predicament. I’ve never slept with a guy more than once.  The notches on my bedpost from the last six years...

I always maintain I’m not a nostalgic person. I don’t get glassy-eyed at the thought of my hands still being small enough to make a Mars bar look gargantuan, lament the days when a Freddo was 10p, or wish Martine McCutcheon was still in EastEnders. But I do think about the past quite often now. That’s the problem with ageing: there is so much of the past accruing behind you – casting a shadow like an out-of-control leylandii – that you can’t help but think about it. So many things...