Just say no
So this is it my precious. Despite all of my disastrous dates of 2008-2011 I have taken the decision to start dating again. I know, one more single black woman out there past 30 is…
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In search of the good black man – a practical guide
Not one to take the easy route, I have decided to make finding love, dating and relationships even harder by being culturally specific. I speak of my search for the elusive Good Black Man, codename:…
Respecting my Diva (Or Whitney and me part 1)
I started my secret life as a diva early. It was the 80s and my first memories include begging my parents to buy me the sound track to Flash dance. I don’t think I wanted…
Mr. Silhouette
Recently I attended a fashion awards gala. Don’t ask me why my precious but I thought it was a fun thing to do and erm, my other plans had fallen through Anyhoo, I figured that…
The Psychic breakup
Guest post on www.spiritedstrength.com The psychic breakup So the other day I had a fight with my psychic. Or should I say ex psychic. Yes I know she is the psychic and I’m meant to…
The 80s pick up artist
The 80s Pick Up Artist I am often asked about how I meet so many black men. Since I abandoned the world of internet dating I must admit that it has been slower and yet…
The spread bet dating experience
The spread bet dating experience It sounded too good to miss. Black dinner dating. 10 men dates in one night! Yes it was in Liberty Lounge, Aldgate East which meant a taxi in traffic to…
The Benefits Fraud
The Benefits Fraud After The Smell I was ready to avoid Battersea altogether but then 3 things worked in the next guy’s favour. 1) He was cute. I’m a sucker for that Notting hill/ bloc…
The Battersea Smell
The Battersea Smell There are clues to look for when you are internet dating. Old worn photos from another era, claims of a height under 5’9 (everyone knows men add 2-4 inches onto everything) and…
Ode to Stu, my angel in blue (thank you)
UPDATE: I wrote this in September 2008 , (I know I know I’m always late).Yes, when I first started my tumultuous affair with that best of institutions, British gas home care. I called in distress…