PROLOGUE - AUG 2016
Updated: Feb 25
There were 3 main relationships in my twenties:
1. The childhood sweetheart to whom I was briefly engaged.
2. The 5 years I spent building up the career and muscles of a sportsman-boyfriend, who subsequently eloped with a Tinder girl once he got famous.
3. The year with an Australian bloke who ripped me off and stole all my fridge magnets.
When I turned 30, I decided that I would find out who I really was. So I quit my job in the country, moved to London, joined a flat share with 3 random strangers and set myself a dating challenge: Go on 30 dates in 30 weeks before my 30th year was out.
It's August 2016 and I find myself in South London living with an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman (yes, this joke is actually my life).
They all seem fairly normal so far although the Scotsman seems a bit hobbit-like and lives in one of those pokey, over-priced rooms that the Daily Mail uses to show how city landlords persecute poor foreigners.
Despite my reservations after my Aussie-ex-boyfriend-fridge-magnet-thief fiasco, I have reactivated my OkStupid account. After advice from my new work colleagues, I have also joined Plenty of Freaks. No rude pictures so far so I feel I am doing pretty well.
28 August 2016