Dating while autistic: romance isn’t easy when you miss the social cues – and the red flags

To eight-year-old me, Grease was the perfect romantic movie.

Back when going to Video Ezy on a Friday night was an event, I would peruse the aisles, pretending to consider other titles, and inevitably end up with the 1978 classic for my $1 weekly choice.

Maybe the appeal was the singing, the dancing, the costumes, or the promise of an adolescence that would never really be mine (acted out by people clearly in their late 20s/early 30s).