Mr Tall

I really thought this one was gonna be the one I would tell our grandkids about. ‘Tell us the story again Granny’ they would say ‘Tell us about how you kissed inside a tree’…. I had been on a bit of a dry spell date wise, we all know how hard it is out there,…

The Duel -Part 5

After ‘the kiss’ we went back to the bar and partied the night away. Dancing and dranking and kissin…. At about 3am a party was declared by Simon back at Z’s house. Our four companions hopped in a cab leaving Z and I to jump into the one behind and all caught up in the…

The Duel – Part 4

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…

The Duel – part 3

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…

The Duel -Part 2

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…

The Duel – part 1

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…

The Dealbreaker – part 2

“Stephens Green 6pm, it’s a date” But as  the Monday of the BH weekend drew nearer I was in no more mood for a date than I was for sticking pins in my eyes. After a 118km trek through the hills of Northern Spain with my Madre on the camino walk I was utterly exhausted….

The Dealbreaker

  So it’s been a while since I have written one of these, I know. Sadly it’s not because I’ve gone and found my OTL it’s simply because I can’t bag myself a feckin Tinder date for love nor money in this god for saken country. Honestly in London I could have been on Tinder…

The Frog

  “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…

The Islander

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…