A dad of four, trying to find love. Form an orderly queue, ladies…
We've all been there. Having a great conversation, replies bouncing back and forth, the fizz of electricity in the air, until they say something and you're lost for words. You freeze, like you did when you heard your nan mention the word "blowjob" that time after she'd had a little too much sherry at Christmas.... Continue Reading →
Confidence is sexy. I'd like to come up with a pithy or unique way of saying that, but more complex words simply wouldn't do it justice. A confident person is one of the most attractive people in a room, whoever else is in there. Looks (to a surprising degree) go out the window when... Continue Reading →
There are few things I hate more than gherkins. People who put pens which don't work back into the drawer. Relentlessly positive or negative people. Arsenal fans. But above all of those groups, even Arsenal fans, are naive utopians. A friend recently added me to a local singles group on Facebook. A cursory look through... Continue Reading →
