Three years ago, I had been single for about a month and I had just moved from a small town to a city. I was busy trying to embrace this whole modern man inner city living vibe. Everything was new and I had decided that I should maybe start dating. My home town protocol was just go out with someone you knew from school or from the local pub, but in the metropolis of Aberdeen there were endless ways of meeting people. Continue reading “The dessert menu”
This story goes back to a time when there was no Tinder. There was however – Facebook. So begins the romantic tale of the 21st century. Or as I like to call it – the worst date I ever had.
One day I had a random guy pop into my mail box. This guy was by no means unfortunate looking in the slightest. In fact, after a bit of light Facebook stalking, it transpired he was a model. Apparently my image had appeared and he just had to ask me out. This was the first time I had been approached this way but we got to talking and arranged to rendezvous. Continue reading “The Pourer”
You know the drill, it’s Thursday night and after getting RSI from swiping right for an hour with no mutual match its time to bring out the big guns. By big guns I mean if anybody remotely posts a request to do anything that night (key word people, ANYTHING) you offer to be the knight in shining armour and take them out on a date. This my friends is a story and a half ,get your feet up grab a wine and get ready to feel as if no date in your lifetime could ever compete with THIS. Continue reading “The heckler”