Something has happened to London’s dating scene since I last dipped my toe in three years ago. Granted, back then it was all a bit of a whirlwind. I was postpartum and reeling from the abrupt end of my long-term relationship. All that mattered to me was proving that someone, anyone, would find a 35-year-old single mum attractive. Dating then, as it had been throughout my twenties, was all about the pub. The reasoning for this was simple: everyone wanted to feel relaxed with a drink or two under their belt.
For me, the pub had always been…
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