Finally, FINALLY, I met someone I actually liked. We matched on Tinder, his pics were cute,he looked really like this sexy chef who I had fancied for ages from a TV cooking show. Heworked in marketing, good age, from Dublin and his profile was funny and charming. Wematched and I jumped straight in and asked…

So this is embarrassing. I’m a dating columnist who can’t get a date. I can’t even get the tide to take me out this month. It wasn’t for the want of trying believe me, I’m on every dating app going, I put myself out there, allow people to set me up with every Tom, Dick…

I know, I know what I did was awful, but c’mon seriously could you blame me? This date was arranged in anger. I had been texting some asshole back and forth for two weeks and we had arranged to meet that night. I had fake tanned, and shaved, and glammed myself to within an inch…

‘Work it girl, work it, own it, own it’ my friend hollered slamming my taxi door shut as I sped off in the direction of Ranelagh. I checked my face in my phone, the girls had drunkenly reapplied my make up in the toilet of Roberta’s and I had the fear that I resembled an…

Now I know most men like to play games but this just took the biscuit…. We matched on Tinder. He seemed funky in his pics, the fact now that I am saying funky should have been a warning sign. He was a musician: pics of him playing a guitar in his bedroom, on a stage,…

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,…

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…