Perhaps this is just due to a few extra years of emotional baggage — the ex-wife, the kids and the broken dreams.
Or, maybe it was just the tequila making me feel sentimental about getting older.
In my mind, it would be the equivalent of an impromptu Mad Men office party: suave men in suits and beautiful ladies in expensive shoes, each with his or her own black Amex.
I walked away with three key life lessons, which I’d like to share.
A lot of swipes left, with a golden trump card hidden somewhere beyond the pervy, suggestive and the strange.
My co-host for the evening was Tom, a tall, assertive man who has worked with Rob Ryall, founder of Date in a Dash, for three years.
On Wednesday, I was invited to host a speed dating night for people in their late thirties and early forties on behalf of Date in a Dash.
Rest assured, the only company in my bed that night was a burger from my local kebab shop. After greeting the guests, it was on to the big speech.