Boyfriend suspects entire relationship one long bout of Instagram content

A MAN has realised that his entire relationship is merely fodder for his girlfriend’s Instagram account.

Tom Logan initially believed Sophie Rodriguez was organising boat trips, picnics and candlelit dinners because she had a romantic nature, until he overheard her telling a friend that their relationship ‘only worked with the Gingham filter on it’.

Logan said: “My suspicions should have been aroused when we met and she didn’t say ‘You’re hot’ or ‘I like you’ but ‘You’d be good for my aesthetic’.

“Since then, it’s been a whirlwind romance, each stage of our affair carefully curated and packaged for her followers. I got in trouble on her birthday because apparently a thoughtful gift based on a private joke between us wouldn’t be understood by her followers and she couldn’t use the ‘true love’ hashtag.

“After we argued about it she was posting all these videos of herself crying, with hashtags #singlelife #breakupsaretough and #tomloganisadickhead.

“There was an army of women commenting that she was better off without me and that we were doomed ever since I had looked bored during the authentic Andalusian couples’ cookery class followed by glow-in-the-dark mini golf.”

Rodriguez said: “Tom is getting dumped, but not until I’ve used him as a prop for my late summer bikini beach golden hour photoshoot, obviously. Being single in autumn has much better optics.”

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52-year-old man unknowingly has sex for final time

A 52-YEAR-OLD man has, unbeknownst to him, enjoyed his last ever sexual encounter.

Steve Malley of Lincoln, who separated from his wife five years ago, does not realise last night’s successful date has exhausted all Tinder resources within a 100-mile radius and his penis will never be touched with passion again.

The bachelor, who has no inkling that his 35-year hot streak has come to an end and a final 19-year dry spell has begun, got out of bed grinning broadly at the memory of the previous night’s sexual activity, a memory that will have to last.

Making himself a cup of tea in blissful ignorance of the fact tea will be his chief source of pleasure until he ends his days, Malley glanced at the date without realising that August 15th, 2024 may as well be etched on his tombstone.

“Ah,” said the man who will be as celibate as the Pope until he breathes his last, “I needed that. Proper cleared the pipes,” in a strong clue as to the reasons for this tragedy.

“Wonder why she didn’t stay the night?” he added, confirming that he will never comprehend why the gates to the palace of sexual pleasure have slammed eternally shut.

“Oh well, easy come easy go,” he chuckled, leaning back, even though the next time a woman touches his member will be in 2041 when she inserts a catheter.