Four months ago I was a married woman with stable home life, loving family, and a gorgeous four bedroom house with a conservatory (whilst the conservatory has no relevance to my dating life, I’ve always felt like having a completely pointless room in your house was a sign you’d made it). 

Then I decided to blow it all up and leave my partner of 10 years. Why? It doesn’t really matter. Lots of couples break up for all sorts of reasons.  And 99% of us newly singletons all have the same first thought: I need a “confidence boost”. 

Fortunately this is the one area where me and my ex are on the same page. Which is indeed fortunate because we will likely be living together for at least the next year. In fact, we seem to get on better talking about our failed dates than we ever did talking about our failed marriage. 

So I was ready to burst onto the dating scene, red lipstick and LBD at the ready. But frankly I would have been better prepared wearing full camouflage gear and a bulletproof vest – the modern dating scene is a minefield. 

And whilst a normal person would take one look at the battlefield and retreat into the comfort of a therapist’s office, I can’t afford that. Instead, I am writing this blog so I and anyone else can have a good laugh and my misfortunes and mishaps.