Sometimes my love life feels like a late night trip to the fried chicken shop.
Tinder, hook ups and one-night stands are the ultimate in fast food dating – fine if that’s what you’re in the mood for, but unsatisfying and guilt-inducing if not.
Normally, if you go out with someone and don’t feel like there’s much chemistry, you just stop replying to their text messages.
The other party gets the message pretty quickly, and that’s the end of that.
Before I get ready to go on my dates, I meet Mairead to discuss my possible matches (Mairead deals with the international business, while the lovely Jo manages the London office and usually deals with local clients).
Like everyone I’ve become so used to virtual interaction, and to an ill-defined dating life characterised with shades of grey, that the whole experience felt quite alien. We cushion our interactions with the opposite sex with euphemisms and half-truths, lest we hurt their feelings or they hurt ours.So, when I was asked if I wanted to try out Berkley International, a personal dating service for the slightly more discerning patron, it seemed like a nice change of pace.Essentially, if Tinder is Clapham High Street; Berkeley International is Cannes.As it happens, although I had a lovely time with both men, I felt pretty ambivalent about seeing them again, and told Jo as such.Despite this, it still stings a bit when I hear that one of my dates agrees with my assessment.