So, Valentine’s Day came and went – which date did I go on? The French man from the dating app, the bubbles with an old friend, or the dinner with a man I know well, who was over from the States? The answer, my best friends, is… none.
Now, before you think ‘That one is her own worst enemy’, in my defence I was recovering from flu and just couldn’t drag myself to get there.
In fact, I was on so many meds that when I caught up with Darcy that morning – at 11am, I might add – he thought I was drunk, and shouted: ‘Right, come on. Who let her sniff a cork!? ’ Much to the amusement of all who heard. Truth be told, my Valentine’s night ended in me being in bed solo by 7.30pm – and the only card I got was from my daughter’s dog for being ‘The World’s Best Nanny’.
DATING OVER 50?
How do you meet someone – through friends, classes or a dating app?! Never mind the social etiquette of who pays (or when do you take your clothes off and can that please be in the dark)… our columnist bares all – except her name!
Aww. Bless him.
Someone loves me.
So, what next? Well, I’ve already been back on the app and here is a question that Darcy has asked many times before: Why do people lie? Sooner or later, we will meet. I was message by a very cultured man who ‘used to work in TV’. He seemed charming, very intelligent and his profile said he was 54. Looking at his pics, I suspected he was nearer to 60, but that was still fine with me. He told me to look him up. I did – and found his birth date. He is 70 – that is quite a way from 54…I’ve decided afgainst it.
I HAVE STOPPED CARING ABOUT GETTING A V.I.P. PASS TO SOME TRENDY ISLAND CLUB
Days later, my phone pinged. It was from a man who has been trying to persuade me to meet up with him for at least s
