Now this isn’t strictly a ‘dating’ issue, but it certainly is one that effects any relations between single men and women at bars/nightclubs/parties and therefore, I’m blogging about it.

WHAT IS WITH ALL THE TOUCHING?!

I remember well the first time I experienced a Manhattan dance floor, it was after watching England lose a rugby match and the beers that that involved. My  [read more →]

Growing up my dad instilled in me the importance of good table manners. Hold your fork in the left hand, knife in the right, index fingers placed on top. Cut your food holding it steady with the fork and bring the food to your mouth, not vice versa.

I always took it for granted that others were being taught similarly. Not so in  [read more →]

So, following the gym man-hunt disaster I busied myself over the summer looking for prospective dates in all manner of places. Unfortunately, what I have concluded is that it is impossible to ‘randomly’ meet pleasant, single, sane men in New York.

I will recap briefly on how I have reached this decision.

Supermarket: Seeing as there is no real chain of supermarkets (oh  [read more →]

Address snobbery. It happens everywhere, but somehow in New York, where you live seems to really matter to prospective dates.

You see, telling a die-hard Manhattan dwelling guy that you live somewhere in deepest darkest Queens, Brooklyn, New Jersey or, woe betides you, Upstate, will almost certainly mean he never calls. A similar attitude definitely exists in London, but the reasons are different.

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