So, maybe you didn't get the memo that you were supposed to take home someone at uni and wake up in a full-fledged relationship. (Or, maybe you did, but you broke it off ages ago anyway.) Maybe there are plenty of potential Tinder dates calling you "baby" and "sexy" in messages, but none who have offered to take you out to a proper dinner. Maybe your date from last week finally texted back and wants to get drinks this weekend — but that would mean canceling plans with your pals in Brighton. So, yeah, in a nutshell, dating in London is basically awful.
It's one thing to want Mr or Ms Right. It's another to leave work early and spend 45 minutes on the Jubilee line so you can swap rounds with some potential mate and then endure weeks/months/years of analyzing texts and emails, all while surreptitiously checking Tinder to see if that person's even still active. Ugh. Make it stop.
You probably know all these things already, but in singledom solidarity, we're sharing the very worst, no-good, ridiculously lame things about dating in the Big Smoke. Read 'em and weep, but have faith — we're all in this together.