Dating diaries: on being enough

People think that because I date, I know how to date. They ask for me advice - what to wear, what to say - when clearly, as someone "who dates" i.e. is never in a relationship, I don't know what I'm doing any more than the next person.

Dating diaries: Flakers gon' flake

As we welcome spring, I for one am hoping that the dreaded Beast from the east has finished causing havoc for the year. I'm done with bundling up, feeling my stomach flip as my sole slips on the icy ground, and hiding away inside, desperately trying to keep warm. 

Dating diaries: my three week relationship

Sometimes the things I want to write about the most take the longest to write, and are the hardest to write. I've written this in my head more times than I can count, but as soon as I tried putting fingers to keyboard, the words dried up.

Dating diaries: It's okay to not enjoy being single

This post is inspired by an article I read on Refinery29 a week ago. It was written by a journalist I love and usually agree with - the title and intro had me nodding enthusiastically (on the inside) - but by the middle I was lost, and at the end I was like, 'oh, right.'

Dating Diaries: Mr Big

We weren’t compatible. At least that much was obvious. In fact, if I wrote a list of things I did and didn’t look for, he’d tick most of the latter...

Dating diaries: Are we all looking for Luke Danes?

Luke wears the same shirt, day in, day out. And he never got the memo that wearing a baseball cap back to front stopped being cool at some point between 2001 and 2007. Or even if he did, he ignored it.

Dating diaries: Silent Speed-dating

In terms of alternative dating in London - and by 'alternative', I mean dating that doesn't rely on apps - there isn't much out there. As an anti-app representative, I see it as my duty to explore what's on offer for single Londoners. So when I came across Shhh Dating (silent speed-dating), I had to give it a whirl.

Dating Diaries: See ya, Tinder

If you follow me on Instagram, you may have seen that yesterday I did a bit of a caption word splurge and confessed to struggling with a few things in my life. If you don’t, then in short: I’m not happy, I want to make some positive changes, and I’ve deleted Tinder.

Oh, what a year

This time last year I'd just had my cast off, and I was worried what people would make of my altered appearance. A year on, I can't quite believe what I've experienced. It sounds like a cliche, but 2016 has been a real humdinger. 

Love Surgery at Urban Coterie

There are a handful of journalists I really love. To win me over, their writing has to be witty, funny, clever and ever so slightly self-depreciating to compensate for the fact they're terrifically eloquent. Two of these journalists are Dolly Alderton and Cosmo Landesman.

Joss says something: Dating will always be a thing

Following on from my experience of DATE LAB a few weeks ago, I was delighted when founder Joss Wyatt agreed to answer some questions about the nature of love and dating. 

DATE LAB at Coin Laundry, Exmouth Market

Three things happened to me on the day of DATE LAB. First, I realised that signing up to it on behalf of my blog still meant I had to actively participate. Second, I realised that I'd have to make small-talk with strangers.

Why dating apps are just not my jam

This post has been a long time coming because there is much hilarity/dismay over dating apps and a divide of opinion as to whether they are steadily killing romance with cheesy/sleazy openers, or a legitimate way to meet your future Mr or Mrs... But, I'm not a fan, and here's why.