Closer’s in­trepid dater, Re­becca Twomey, dis­cov­ers there’s no sis­ter­hood among sin­gle women

Closer (UK) - - Life Balance -

This is not the time T of year to be dat­ing. I’m at my win­ter weight, all I want to wear is my du­vet, and I spent Jan­uary’s wages on my over­draft. If men didn’t want to date me be­fore, they cer­tainly won’t now.

But when pri­vate dat­ing events com­pany So­cial Concierge (www. so­cial­concierge.co.uk) in­vited me to their lat­est sin­gles party, it shook me out of my S.D.D – sea­sonal dat­ing dis­or­der. I was happy to find that the ra­tio of men to women was equal, the at­trac­tive­ness of peo­ple balanced and, more to the point, ev­ery­one wanted to talk and had the same agenda – just how bars used to be be­fore Tin­der de­stroyed real life in­ter­ac­tion! Within min­utes, a lovely gent po­litely spoke to me and my friend and kindly bought us a drink. Sadly, he

was too young, but he cer­tainly made an im­pres­sion. As we spoke to an­other group of more age-ap­pro­pri­ate guys, a woman who’d been talk­ing to them ear­lier force­fully came over, telling me and my friend, “I’m not try­ing to be a bitch, but…” and af­ter any state­ment like this you know what’s go­ing to hap­pen. She car­ried on, “I was speak­ing to him first and I’m go­ing to speak to him now.” With that, she pulled one of them aside and kissed him. I didn’t hide my open-mouthed re­ac­tion. But it was the per­fect con­ver­sa­tion starter for me and his friend. He dubbed it “ballsy,” I said “bitchy.” The sil­ver lin­ing is that his pals in­vited us to a club – and we par­tied un­til 4am.

Sadly, the guy didn’t re­ply to my text, but I learned a new les­son – I’ll need a bul­let proof vest at the next event!

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