We'll start at the very beginning. It's a very good place to start First Tinder date ever. Alone in a new flat in London after a couple of decades spent falling in and then out of love, with breeding in between. Ex and I are polite and practical. Kids are fab and undamaged by the split, spend lots of time with me, and neither have any further place in this blog, other than possible future inadvertent cock-blocking. Time will tell. Alice. She's my first ever Tinder match. The massive whoosh of validation. She's a nurse. Voice like car wheels on a gravel road in the phone chats we have over the days leading to the date. Kooky and intense. Petite, bobbed, greets me with a warm hug; chats, drinks and eats with me in the gilded delights of West Hampstead; comes back to my starkly empty flat, spends the night in a variety of warm and friendly gymnastic poses, kisses me goodbye, ghosts me within a week. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in
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