There is nothing like a date...

Just like the fruit they're named after (n.b. Check fact), dates can be wonderful things. Sweet, sticky, moreish... a delicious morsel to savour for far longer than the initial experience. Or, you know, if the quality isn't there, just dry and slightly unappetising. And we won't go into the ones that give you food poisoning...

Oh no. Hang on. That's basically the point of this blog.

In short (and you may have noticed), it is the 21st century. An era that has brought us the iPhone, the Amazon Kindle, and Barack Obama. All fantastic US imports of recent invention (n.b. I accept that the sainted 44th wasn't 'invented', per se, but you know what I mean). However, way before they got their politics right, the Yanks had been doing something for years that we over here openly admired. No, not HBO dramas (though, obviously, those at well). But my point (I'm getting to it) they had a dating culture. People, usually of the opposite sex, met and went for coffee, for drinks, for walks in the park. This all before bumping uglies. We gazed on, perplexed, and wished we had it too.

Jealousy eventually got the better of us though. So FINALLY, right here in merry old England, it seems this dating malarky is really happening. Speed-dating. Internet dating. Double dating. Good old fashioned dinner-and-a-shag dating. It's all there. And everyone has a story. I think/suspect/fear I have more than many...

And there is no anecdote more amusing than an anecdate.

Enjoy, my strangers. And do add your own. I know I'm not alone...