So I thought that my biggest issue with getting back in the dating pool was that I had to you Get excited. Get dressed even. Make sure that my work clothes could be passable for drinks or coffee in the city.


That's nothing compared to the actual interaction with men. Whooosh!

Making small talk. That's an art form in itself. Ah my goodness. I have that mastered a bit though. Then realising slowly that there are a lot of uneducated people on the streets. Not in the book sense, but in the closed mind 'I don't want to learn about anything past 21 sense'.

Someone said I was using big words to make a point when I said 'monosyllabic'. Another said that cancer was a white person's disease.

I'm not making any of this stuff up.

Then you pass the initial chit chat stage and go for a date and to be fair, there might not be any issues at all. It's just that there is no connect.

Or you might go for a date and really like a guy, make plans for a second date, book tickets, make reservations and EVERYTHING. Then they vanish into thin air like a mystery that needs to be solved in an Agatha Christie novel.

THE CASE OF THE MISSING BANKER, coming to a book store near you! For real though I hope he's not dead shah.

So yeah. Getting back out there is hard but I'm glad I am resisting the lure of stretchy jogging bottoms and head scarf and getting out there.

Shout out to all the men and women out there trying to make decent small talk!