Full disclosure – I hate dating. Not the actual dating part (unless you count the first date I went on with a man who got extremely offended when I said I wouldn’t wear an Arsenal shirt in bed, that can get in the bin), mind. I love having crushes and the little tickle in your belly when a conversation is blossoming and the whole body rush of a first kiss outside the pub. But getting to that point is hell for me. I’m 31, and I download and delete Tinder within hours, I’m too jaded for Bumble, and have run out of interest on Hinge and Her. Not to be all, “I want to meet someone the old-fashioned way”, but when you’ve dealt with as many chats that materialise into nothing as I have, it’s easy to get disillusioned with dating apps.
Of course, over the last year, we’ve had no real choice. I moved back to Ireland from London last year with a rose-coloured vision of finding the person of my dreams – or at least a great shag – on a pint-fuelled night at the pub. Lees verder