After my first date in a year ended in disaster, I spoke to other fortysomething women – and a psychologist – to learn what they could teach me about running the gauntlet of romance
Last week, I pushed myself to go on the first date I have had in a year. I wasn’t bounding with enthusiasm, at the age of 41, but hope is hard to shake. “Be open to the universe and the universe will throw something back,” a friend advised.
In this case, it flung back a guy who lied on his dating profile about his age, used a photo that looked 15 years out of date and told me a bizarre story about how he had done time on a chicken farm because the prisons in his native country were too full – all, and this was the really confusing bit, for a crime he did not commit.
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