A seven-minute voice note. To say he’s “not a talker”.
“I’m just not great at communicating.”
He said he struggled with communication. Fair enough. Plenty of us do.
Then came a seven-minute voice note about why replying “okay” to my very reasonable question was actually a sign of emotional depth.
There was a preamble. A motorway anecdote. A reference to his gym programme. At minute five, I genuinely expected an ad for a mattress.
I gave it two stars. Strong production values. No discernible point.