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Bad Date Diaries #3: Beard

It's my first ever online date. Michael suggests an All Bar One in Covent Garden, near the Actor's Church. He's an actor, you see. I think this was what first attracted me to his online dating resume, along with his numerical maturity (thirty-one) and a hope that he knows his Beckett from his Bennett. He… Continue reading Bad Date Diaries #3: Beard

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Bad Date Diaries #2: Norwegian Wood

I meet him at improv class, which at twenty-three I think is exceptionally cool. I’m impressed by the fact I can tell my friends back home that his dad used to be on the television, or at least gets a writing credit at the end of my favourite eighties sitcom. He takes me to a… Continue reading Bad Date Diaries #2: Norwegian Wood