Dianne hadn’t been on a date since 1978. Satinder met his final partner in the mid-90s. What’s it like looking for love when so much has changed since you were final single?One cold mid-March night,I walked up a stranger’s cobbled path and knocked on his door. I was wearing my gym kit; I hadn’t showered; in a spur-of-the-moment decision, I’d taken two tubes and a bus in the rain to get there. He looked apprehensive. Wed never met, or but had chatted for a few weeks on Tinder. Neither of us was sufficiently interested to fade on a proper first date,but one night after the gym, I had agreed to fade over to his; I suppose you could call it a hookup.
In January, and my 10-year relationship had ended. We had got together three months after my 18th birthday and love had felt like fresh-churned cement being poured inside my shell; it oozed into every nook and cranny,then set. For my whole adult life, that relationship fortified me from the inside out. Then we broke up. So that’s how I ended up knocking on a stranger’s door: “dating” for the first time in my adult life.
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Source: guardian.co.uk