I met a friend of a friend who is a London socialite and party arranger who said to me, ‘Why is a woman like you single?! You should come to one of my dinner parties.’ When I told her about my condition, the invitation evaporated and instead she said: ‘It’s going to be hard for you to find someone, but when you do they’ll be a real gem.’ In some senses her ‘there-there’ attitude was absolutely spot-on.In the same way that I decided not to give that date a chance five years ago because he was honest enough to tell me he had bipolar, I can only assume that the world is full of cautious (even judgemental) people with just a smattering of open-hearted good ‘uns.
On the one hand it was really interesting but on the other hand it made me think, ‘Has it really come to this?
’ I went on a ‘normal’ dating site and had some lively conversations with some interesting men which fizzled out when we swapped email addresses and phone numbers.
Not just that, but let’s say I manage to pull it off.
My single friend girls’ nights out are replete with stories of dates who say they are one thing but turn out to be something else (most often someone else’s boyfriend or even husband).
I’m never quite allowed to be free of that for a day.