Hiya

So, another blog eh? As if there weren't enough egotistical, self deluding rants out there...

Well I suppose I should start by telling you why I'm writing this.

I'm a 33 year old guy. I live in what was once apparently the 'coolest' place in London, I work in a 'cool' job, most of my friends you'd probably say are 'cool' (no they're not just hipsters - they've actually done things other than just get dressed) and I generally live quite an interesting life. All whilst being pretty unremarkable myself.

A couple of years ago I broke up with my ex, the girl I was with from university to 30 ish. For a while after this, I embraced all the benefits that my situation offered with wide eyed enthusiasm - parties with free booze and hungry models, great music scene, excessive alcohol and narcotic intake, a lot of sex, and some of the tightest friendships forged in a whirl of hedonism and shared opinions. Having read a few titillating blogs in the past, at the time I thought about writing my own as a kind of online diary for myself and anyone else who might find my idiocy of interest. But I never got round to it.

You see to my surprise, it turned out that girls seemed to find me interesting and attractive enough to let me touch them. And for them to want to touch me too. This meant that seeing as I never had, I started to date a lot. Online dating.

Last summer, I met a girl. Let's call her K.

We first made contact on this lame site (I joined it by being egged on by my married mate "Go on, see if you can get in and then I can live my life vicariously through you"), then we spoke on facebook and phone for a couple of weeks before meeting up. Our first date was an impromptu one where we were both in the area and arranged to meet at 11pm in Shoreditch House. We drank, kissed, went back to mine, sniffed, drank, talked and fucked the night away. We were totally gay for each other from the word go. It was stupid, totally naked, no game playing, it was weird.

We were swept up in love and then she broke my heart, several times. Which I've by no means put back together. But I'll tell you about her some other time.

So dear reader, whilst this post break up journey won't be quite as bacchanalian in stature as it may have been after my first break up, it should still be pretty fun.

I'll tell you about the dates I go on, be they mundane, disastrous, or (with any luck) deeply pornographic. I'll probably start to indulge myself with my opinions on the world and the goings on of London at some point, but for now it's going to be a window into my exploits in the 'dating game'. Whilst I'm not writing this to self validate through followers, if ever you want to know anything or think I should write less or more about something, you only need ask.

And if you got this far, thank you for being bored enough to read my little intro - I promise to be a lot more interesting x