His reply was gentlemanly, with a genuine apology for his rudeness. It was so much easier than I thought to track down a previous boyfriend.
Nick* and I had dated for six months in the 1990s, but the relationship had fizzled out with no regrets or animosity.
); while on Hinge, I met one suave silver fox whom I naively thought was charming until one unsolicited picture arrived in my inbox.
All I can say is I suppose I ought to take it as a compliment that I had stirred feelings in his trousers, but I did not take up his invitation to visit him that evening to provide much-needed TLC.
asked me, on my 60th birthday, to be part of a generational dating swap, I was genuinely excited.
In the two years since I ended a 21-year relationship, I had not even dipped a toe into the dating game – online or off. To step into the dating shoes of a millennial, using only my phone to meet and date as many men as possible within two weeks.
I was more nervous about this date than any of the others.
While not in the movie-star handsome category, my first date (from Bumble) was the right age (56) and stated “chairman” as his job title – and, on paper, we had many things in common.