You skirt around it, you glance shyly at it, you might even squeeze past it to get to the snack table – but you’re never, ever, ever supposed to talk about it.
Our romantic culture generally consisted of hanging out with mates down the pub, doing some drinking, and then sort of somehow ending up with one of them and not really discussing the matter until six months in.
The city becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional land mines.
You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.
Looming large in my mind to this day is the episode where Carrie starts dating Aidan.