‘Men want someone who is fertile but who doesn’t want children just yet,’ she continued.
But it was still very different to going on a date with a random bloke I met in a bar, or someone on Tinder.
Mainly because the emphasis was on getting to know each other – there was no expectation that we’d be going home together at the end of the night (as Mairead had already said “it’s certainly not a shag-fest”).
Whenever I was between boyfriends in the past, I would just enjoy life until another man came along — through work, mutual friends or our eyes meeting across a crowded room.
But when I phoned a dating agency eight months ago, everything had taken on a new sense of urgency. ‘Haven’t you found yourself a husband yet, Bridgey? But don’t look desperate — men hate that.’ I went speed-dating, online-dating, wine-tasting dating, quiz-dating and dinner-dating.
Essentially, if Tinder is Clapham High Street; Berkeley International is Cannes.