Last weekend I was faced with the prospect of going out on a date or staying home and playing PC games. I leave it to you to guess which decision I made.

In this instance, I use the word 'date' rather loosely. It was actually a pre-arranged agreement to meet up and have sex with a woman I met through Tinder.

I felt conflicted at first. I asked myself what is wrong with me to actually struggle with or feel guilt about this? In the end, I said fuck it. I wanted to progress in The Witcher 3, damn it!

I felt liberated.