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My London Dating Life
If you’re looking for a blog full of heartwarming meet-cutes, tidy conclusions, and true love wrapped in a bow... you’ve taken a wrong turn, love.
Welcome to the unfiltered chronicles of a 40-something Londoner whose love life is—how shall we put this—less “rom-com” and more “tragic farce with excellent wine.” Inspired (or traumatised?) by the book, Confessions of a 40-something F*ck-Up, I realised: that’s me. Only worse. No divorce, no kids, no happy ending on the horizon. Just a nice flat in London, a decent job, and a dating history that could be weaponised as birth control.
”It's not a love story. It's just my story. And it's a bloody good read.”
Years, lovers and glasses of wine; these things must not be counted.
Original Italian saying: Anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, nun se contano mai.
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