London. I impressed her by drunkenly (and successfully) running down an up-escalator. Then we had sex in her hostel. Classy.I was homeless.
But it didn’t hit me at the time. Like 92 per cent of all those who have experienced it, I was hidden homeless. This means I was without a place to call home but hidden from official statistics and not receiving support.
The hidden homeless can include those who sofa surf, rough sleep, squat and sleep on public transport.I was just living my life, surviving from one awkward drunk Tinder date to the next.
I’d have a few hook ups a week if I was lucky. Talking to people on the dating app kept me half-sane.When this didn’t work, at night I’d find a 24-hour McDonald’s, perhaps a rave then maybe a house.