By 4pm I admitted defeat and sheepishly presented myself in front of L’s desk to tell her I had to cancel on her mate cause I was simply too hungover. “Aww no Ari, he was really looking forward to meeting you” she said sulkily “I know, I know, I’m sorry, I feel awful, I’ll see…

I opened one eye and felt a searing pain across my temple. Boom, boom, boom … I shit you not I could hear the sound of my own ear drum. What the hell was going on ? In nanoseconds my mind scrambled through the Filofax of my brain. Turning off my work computer. Heading for…

He didn’t show up. Arriving into the party after having consumed several pre party prosecco’s with my work wife I scanned the room hungrily for him. In the corner I spied all his fellow coders dressed in black t-shirts looking non-chalant and bored swigging from their IPA’s. Sidling up to them I tried to sound…

So this isn’t a blog about a tinder date per se but it is one hell of a story. Those of you who follow me on facebook will know that while I was  living in London had a relationship with an absolutely wonderful guy for just under two years.  Things didn’t work out between us…

  “You are definitely going to meet someone out there I just know it” chorused EVERYBODY. Literally everyone who I told that I was going away to a writers retreat in the south of France to attempt to write a book told me that they were 100% confident that I would meet a man while…

Lots of readers of this blog have messaged me to say that reading about my dating exploits have encouraged them to try out Tinder for themselves, although god only knows why as none of the dates I have written about on here have ended in true love… yet. And I suppose the yet is the…

And so it was I set about forgetting about him. Turns out after years of practice it was becoming easier and easier for me to get over a man who had let me down. After my anger subsided and after I had angrily deleted our Tinder conversations and whatsapp messages from my phone (annoyingly not…