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…

“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….

  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…

**So just so you know, the reason why all my dates have names like Vegetable Man, The Hipster, Sweaty Back Guy etc, is because it’s how my friends are able to differentiate them when I’m talking about past dates. It’s actually my friends who name them based on the various different things that I tell…

**** this post is a continuation of The Vegetable Man*** “Hi, jesus, sorry I’m late” “Oh no worries, hey, nice to meet ya” I said as he leaned down to kiss me on my cheek. He plonked himself down on the couch beside me and looked around for a waitress. He wasn’t the best dresser…

**This blog is in two parts. See “V Day” for Part 1** The date that had been rescheduled for the Tuesday didn’t happen either. He had been called into work on the ambulance crew. He doubled as a paramedic and they were short on staff and who was I to argue with saving lives. He…

Tonight, my Valentines date is with a 2yr old! As a singleton I felt it only fair that I offered my babysitting abilities to my best friend so she and her husband could go out for a romantic and much deserved date night. Now this little boy is a joy to be hold and I undoubtedly…