Seasonal Produce

Dating in London during the summer is like food shopping. One week there are more avocados then you can deal with, the next there is a global shortage. As soon as the sun arrives single girls experience a decline of descent single men. Happn and Tinder become obsolete. The best produce disappears on stag do's, weddings and 'lads' holidays (AKA wine tasting in France with their coupled-up mates. You can all it lads on tour as much as you like, we all know that you'll be in bed by midnight - you've got that 20k bike ride tomorrow. 'Lad's' holiday my a**e).

Men are just not in season during the months of June, July and August and to be honest the majority of September (depending if it’s an Indian one or not). They are out on long lunch and will be back in October to test the waters. By autumn the stag do's have been and gone, married friends have gone back into hibernation and all the BBQ's have dried up. The single men that didn't find a mate during the summer at one of the thousands of day festivals that happen at the drop of a flower adorned head garland creep back onto Tinder, tail between legs. Do not despair though they are heavily back in the room in November when frost hits the tarmac of London streets, no one wants to slip on the ice on their own. Then the race is on to get a boyfriend for Christmas because the thought of spending the entire Christmas period scrolling through the many Facebook pics of engagement rings without a significant other when you are knocking on the door of 35 leaves you feeling like you might need medical attention. 

Please don't get me wrong though I also have a busy summer social life. I go out...a lot. Although obviously I haven't met any men in real life situations, that only happens in films. In addition most of my friends are married and also now parents so there is very little opportunity to meet a future date in their company. Single people get screened at the gate, no baby, no entry. So, I'm left scrawling through Happn to see if any new produce has arrived on the shelves but inevitably it ends up being the same old rotten apples that you couldn't even make a crumble with. With that in mind is off to the gym again on Friday night with the other single summer sufferers of Islington. If only Fitness First served pinot.....

I know you've seen these shoes before on another post but I see the same single men on different apps so welcome to my world.

P.S. You've not seen them teamed with a vintage dress/kaftan that has an embroidered parrot on with the words 'Costa Rica' below. You are spoilt rotten.