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I Went on a Date to Dill, and We Spent More Time Discussing the Restaurant’s Instagram Aesthetic Than Actually Talking to Each Other

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I Went on a Date to Dill, and We Spent More Time Discussing the Restaurant’s Instagram Aesthetic Than Actually Talking to Each Other – A London dating diary entry on the rise of dates that exist primarily to be photographed rather than actually enjoyed

My Flatmate and I Have Started Rating Each Other’s Dates on a Points System, and It Has Become Disturbingly Sophisticated

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My Flatmate and I Have Started Rating Each Other’s Dates on a Points System, and It Has Become Disturbingly Sophisticated – How a joke scoring system for a Tuesday-night debrief evolved into a full spreadsheet with weighted categories and a running leaderboard

I Told a Date I Was a Simultaneous Interpreter for the United Nations as a Joke, and He Believed Me for the Entire Evening

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I Told a Date I Was a Simultaneous Interpreter for the United Nations as a Joke, and He Believed Me for the Entire Evening – A cautionary tale about how one throwaway lie about your job can spiral wildly out of control over the course of a single dinner

I Matched With a Man Whose Entire Profile Was Just Photos of His Feet in Different Trainers, and I Have Questions

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I Matched With a Man Whose Entire Profile Was Just Photos of His Feet in Different Trainers, and I Have Questions – A London dating diary entry on the increasingly strange world of app profiles that reveal everything except an actual personality

Every Man in London Between the Ages of Twenty-Eight and Thirty-Five Has Apparently Started a Podcast, and I Cannot Escape It on a Single Date

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Every Man in London Between the Ages of Twenty-Eight and Thirty-Five Has Apparently Started a Podcast, and I Cannot Escape It on a Single Date – A dispatch from the front lines of London dating, where every profile now includes a passion project involving a microphone and strong opinions