As I was walking under the heat of the Australian sun, across the Pyrmont bridge, I received two sharp dings through my wireless earphones.

One read: "Dear Annie, your recent test results or correspondence have been returned and reviewed" - signalling that the results of my STI test were ready to be opened and devoured.

The other, was a text from a boy I had experienced two nights earlier for only the second time in my life. I had been waiting all day for this, and both in quick succession was like a sudden shot of heroin through my body.

I'm sure that someone more poetic and literary inclined could write something romantic about this (either tragic or hopeless, or both).