There’s a whole new hazard to contend with in the dating game
Do I look like a woman who relishes too much information?
The hit New Yorker story reassured me I was not alone in making bad decisions about who to sleep with
I’m a great confidante. Most single people are
Like so many others, my divorced friend found ‘The One’ at a party she almost didn’t go to
Pottery courses up and down the country are full only of women who have been advised to go to bloody pottery classes
We baby-boomers just look old and desperate and are swiped into oblivion.
What I want is a lovely, funny man. What I get is a portly and pompous Donald Trump fan
An invitation when I least expected it… how could I refuse?
Why do men try to impress me with claims about all the brilliant, beautiful women already fighting over them?