My Dating Disasters

Location: The Somerset House, Clifton, and various places in Bath. 'The Entrepreneur' - a 38 year old, divorced guy who lives in Bath with his dog Rocky. Our first date had been the previous week in Somerset House, Clifton, which is so Christmassy and cosy at the moment with a roaring log fire - perfect date venue. He had lots to say, owns a few businesses (something to do with extracting dangerous dust through his own invention - very 'His Dark Materials') and I found him fairly attractive. He was posh, but in a nice way and I thought he was definitely worth getting to know a little better... On our second date I dragged myself out to visit him in Bath (practically long distance!) where he met me at the station and took me first to an amazing gin bar. However we had only been sipping our drinks for about 10 minutes when he casually dropped into  conversation that he used to go fox hunting.  Having kept chickens and ducks all throughout my childhood I have wi

OK...that's the exaggeration of the year, but everyone loves a dramatic title right? And this is to show anyone reading this blog who thinks I'm too picky or judgemental, that I'm really not, and that experiences like this are what have made me wary and not want to go through a similar situation again. Because I really liked this guy. But I was such a fool. He turned out to be a complete dick. Here's the story... He was from Bumble and we had a really good first date (Brewhouse, Clifton). He's a film director and had some interesting shoots coming up, so we had lots in common and I thought he was super hot. We stayed out late for a school night, had far too much alcohol and ended up sharing an Uber. He has been the only guy from any of these dating apps who actually tried to come home with me after the first date (the old 'can I come up for coffee' classic) and although I said no, in hindsight that maybe should have been a warning sign. We ended up g

Location: Browns, Bristol Another disaster date. Well not so much disaster as another disappointment. But then really what should I expect by now, especially as I already had reservations beforehand.  His pre-date messages were long and detailed affairs, which didn’t bode well for my short attention span anyway, but when he attempted to describe his job using phrases such as 'cloud application' and 'system analysis', I couldn’t even compel myself to keep reading. A simple ‘my work has something to do with computers’ would have been more than sufficient! He had looked fairly geeky from his pictures, but my colleague Jo, who since finding someone lovely online herself a few weeks ago has transformed from extreme dating cynic to a fountain of positivity, assured me he could pass for a low-end Clark Kent...  I will never listen to this ‘new Jo’ again however, as when I saw him across the bar unfortunately he was channeling more of a Eugene (the lovely-but-n

So the Dating Disastee is back from travels and ready to try and crack the dating world once more… But first, an observation. People in relationships love dating apps. Not for themselves (I hope), but my non-single friends are always making suggestions on how to improve my profile, which pictures I should be using and having a good old swipe through the current offering in my radius - getting very excited whenever they successfully ‘match’ me.  But everyone has such completely different tastes as to what is attractive in the opposite sex and in what constitutes a profile worthy of them making that all-important swipe right, that I often find myself with lots of matches that I have no interest in whatsoever. And it got me thinking more about this… The photos. With dating app users making a decision as to whether they like you based entirely on your looks in the space of a second, as fickle as it is, photos are really important.  And that’s why some selections completely b