Adults only · Platonic by design · You control who can contact you
It's not just you
Somewhere after school, making friends stopped happening on its own.
No more classrooms, dorms or teams putting you next to the same people every week. Friends move away, settle down, get busy. You didn't get worse at friendship. Adult life just quietly took away the reasons to meet.
“I moved here for work. A year later, I still don't have anyone to call on a Saturday.”
Sound familiar?
“My friends are wonderful. They're also booked up until next month.”
Sound familiar?
“I'd actually go to the class, if I had someone to go with.”
That's why we built this.
The human problem
Plans die waiting for the right person.
The people you already know are busy, or not up for it. So the class goes unbooked and the evening goes nowhere.
You wanted to go. Nobody was free.
The class, the hike, the gig — still on the list.
Making friends as an adult has no obvious front door.
I have been three times and I am still on the easiest problems. Looking for one other person who is also starting, so neither of us is the one holding the other up.
I go early because it is quieter. Happy to show somebody the good stalls. This is genuinely just walking around buying vegetables, which is my favourite thing to do on a Sunday.
I keep a list of places that opened this year and I am working through it. This one has been open a fortnight. Going early on a weeknight so we can actually get a table.
I bring the board. I am middling and I lose cheerfully. Sunday afternoons at the tables by the pavilion, and I am there whether anybody turns up or not.