After years of marriage, finding myself newly single and in my middle age feels like a fever dream. I was finally free and able to discover the person I was always meant to be. As I put my life in order, I realised that not only do I love sex but, most importantly, I am a romantic at heart. The world of dating has changed dramatically in the last two decades I have been off the market, and I'm here to share my adventures with you as I discover this fresh hell. So join me as I tell you in all honesty about the good, the bad, and the truly bizarre.
This year has been the hardest and most liberating of my life and I will try to tell it as best I can. I could start from the beginning but that's no fun for anyone. I think the best way to do this is to go Tarantino style and start wherever I damn well like and we can all try and keep up together.
Confessions Of A Tinderholic is my personal diary, a place to share my experiences, laugh at the absurdity of it all, and hopefully, make you feel a little less alone, relieved, or superior, in your own adventures.
I guess we better get started huh?
I have a story to tell. It's too long and convoluted for one post and none of us have the time for that. It's not a particularly unique story. I believe there are millions of women just like me who find themselves newly single and in their 40s. I will address it all but for now lets start a little further into the story. Take my hand, we are going to Rhodes.
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