I’ve hit the jackpot.

It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog. I wanted this as my ‘simple life’ blog. An outlet for my single life antics.  How times have changed...

On Sunday 4th February 2018, I went shopping in Lakeside. I also had a ‘first date’ with Peter. How my life has changed since this day. 

Yes people will say I’m totally gay however I don’t care. Peter have literally changed my life, completely for the better. 

After all the lousy years of dating, I actually decided to do the whole ‘casual dating’ thing. The day I decided that, Peter came along and changed it all. 

I’d be lying if I said it was completely easy. This perfect man came as a ‘packaged project’ (forgive my MiFID II pun) and despite the information on the KID (again ignored the financial services pun), I was completely hooked. 

How is it possible to find a man who is funny, sensitive, caring and totally hot?! Yes it’s hard sometimes that Peter is a little too sensitive, but how many arseholes are there who are completely twats?!

Peter is without a doubt, the most amazing, gentle and caring man I know. And even better, he’s the most sensational father I know. 

I will admit it’s been a bit of an adjustment dating a man with children however he’s kiddies are wonderful. It melts my heart hearing the youngest one tell me she loves me. 

I’ve wanted to share this post to say that despite incredibly hard times, you can come through them. It’s been such a hard journey since losing Dean. It’s been nearly 7 years and it’s still so sad knowing he’s gone however knowing I have an incredible man next to me, makes me feel so much stronger.

I have literally found my perfect soul mate. And lucky for me, he also has the perfect family. Peters sisters and Mum have been so welcoming - I couldn’t have asked for a better reception. 

Dating is hard work but it goes to show when you relax, things suddenly fall into place perfectly.  

Gender equality

What does gender equality mean to you?


I want to say I am by no means a feminist. When I think of the word: Feminist I automatically think of women half naked screaming about THEIR rights. How, they can be naked and should be treated equally. Or I think women sharing grotesque pictures of their blood stained underwear and saying this is 'normal'.


However, this post isn't just about women this is about everyone. I don't care if you're a man, if you're a women or if you are gender neutral what has struck me recently, is simply, the disparity in how we are all viewed.


I work in the financial services industry and I have done so for over 13 years. As a junior entry into the industry, I worked in a bank as a banking cashier surrounded by women. As I've established my career over the years and naturally progressed 'up the chain', I've noticed how the genders have changed. My colleagues are predominately male. I have no issue with this at all. But what struck me is not just my colleagues but now I've noticed the difference in my clients.


As a regulatory consultant, I go into very large businesses to help them with their regulatory requirements. Over the past two weeks, I've had been to two separate client meetings. Both meetings the attendees were myself and five gentlemen. The only exception to this gender equation, was when the (female) receptionist bought our beverages in.


This got me thinking into other professions and what the gender split looks like. Look at the health and beauty industry, beauty therapist, hairdressers, masseuse... these roles are predominately performed by women. Then you look at the likes of bricklayers, electricians and mechanics, these generally performed by men.


It got me thinking as to why this is? Yes you could say that men are 'strong' and they are build for manual jobs and perhaps women are better suited doing 'caring' jobs such as nursery assistants and nurses. However, I wonder whether we stick to these types of jobs through fear of what other people may think. Or perhaps through fear of failure.


From a young age men are conditioned to be 'strong' and 'not cry like a little girl'. I believe that statement is one of the reasons as to why the suicide rate for men is 75% compared to 25% in women. That statement tells men not to show their emotions and you know what, I call bullshit on that.


You all know my views on suicide so I won't labour this point but that was an example of how from a young age we are being socially conditioned.


I love seeing the 'gender specific model' being broken. For example, my boyfriend has two beautiful daughter's and one of their favourite colours is Green. I don't know many 8 year old girls who's favourite colour is green - this rocks.


This whole gender equality thing has got me thinking about how we help create equality overall. There will be some women out there who will hate me for saying this, but it feels like so much of this striving for gender equality is bias towards women.


You see it all, women's networking events, women only gyms and mother and baby groups. What about the other way round? Yes, there are private establishments for men however all these 'women's only' things are seeping into every day life.


I remember at my induction for my previous job, the (male) Chief Executive Officer explained that if two people went for a job on the Board of his company, and they both had the exact same skills, then he would choose the women over the male for the role. How is that possibly fair? Granted it would be a tough decision to make if they genuinely both had the same skill set but I see that as positive discrimination.


This brings me on to the whole 'pay gap' and how men are paid more than women. I do not believe everyone should be paid exactly the same for doing the 'same' job. The only exception to this statement is if the job is extremely static in the sense of two people (regardless of gender) will perform the exact same tasks each day. An example of this may be a factory worker on a production line.


Take myself for example, my job title is an Associate. In my firm, there are probably ten Associates and I bet your bottom dollar we are all on different salaries, regardless of gender. The reasons for this will be some people have a university degree, others have more work experiences, others may even have, quite simply, a better attitude towards work and the biggest thing will be how hard did we all 'fight' (so to speak) at negotiating our initial salaries and subsequent pay rises.


I don't want to make this too much about the workplace because it's not. This is more about equality all together. Something I noticed on the train yesterday, a dad was sat down with his daughter who must have been about one years old. There was a man stood in front of him, talking to the little girl. I knew just by looking at the dad's body language that this man was not known to him. The man was simply cooing over the little girl and making general chit chat. Now, had that stranger been a women cooing over the little girl there is no doubt the dad would have felt far more at ease. Another classic example of gender disparities.


What I'm saying in this post is nothing new to any of us however I think I'm just curious as to whether there is something we should be doing about this? Or is there really no issue and we should just carry on as we are?


Let's see, if your three year old son said 'Daddy I want to be a ballerina when I grow up' or if your wife to be said 'I don't like dresses so I'm going to wear a white trouser suit for our wedding' - How would you feel? Ok these may seem like 'silly' examples but it certainly gets you thinking.


If we do agree that there are inequalities in life, what shall we do about it? It's years of conditioning that has bought us to this way so there will be no quick fix overnight however we can make a difference. By being mindful and perhaps thinking before you speak/react then we may be able to alter certain situations.


Some may believe there are no issues at all and we should just carry on with life as is. However, I'm not one of those people. I want my children to grow up and feel respected but also responsible for how they make other people feel (to a certain extent). We can not control other peoples emotions or how they perceive certain things however we can be more open minded and create a World where it doesn't matter whether you are man, women, black, white, tall, short, abled bodied or missing a leg.

At the end of the day, we are all living beings and have the ability to construct a magnificent World where we can harvest love and develop ourselves to further achieve pure happiness not just for ourselves but for each other.

Giving something up for lent

Although I wouldn't say I am particular religious (let's say I'm not a non-believer, I just haven't explored religion much), I still like the concept of giving something up for lent.


Each year I try and think of what I could give up for those 40 days (although technically it's actually 46 days including the Sundays). The first day of lent is Ash Wednesday which falls on Wednesday (funny enough) 15th February and lent will break on Palm Sunday which is Sunday 1st April.


The first thing I thought I would give up for lent was social media. This would include Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat etc. I thought this would be a really good thing to do. I use my social media accounts every day. I'm constantly updating IG with pictures of pole, random selfies and of course cute pictures of Shiloh (my fur baby).


I thought this would be a really good one to give up. It's something I use every day and so it would be a sacrifice. It would also allow me to be more tuned into the 'Real World'. Perhaps by not constantly being on my phone, I would notice more things. I could spend my daily commute reading or listening to more positive affirmation podcasts. Who knows, I could even make conversations with new people instead of always looking down at my phone.


When I told a few people about my plans to give up social media, they thought I was mad! I didn't realise exactly how 'switched on' we really are. A few people asked whether my social media ban included dating apps - now I thought they were crazy!


The social media ban was all set then I realised a slight flaw to this plan - holidays. I have Dubai booked for the end of February and Australia booked in March. There's no way I can go away and not share my experiences with others. Now, I'm sure there's a few bitter people out there whom would love for me not to share my experiences on social media, however I don't give a damn about them!


Another thing with my Instagram account is, whenever I travel I always seem to get so many locals requesting to follow me or sending direct messages. It's usually people advertising places to go out or guys trying their luck. Obviously when you're single, this is a great thing.


I've met some cool people before via IG. Obviously I'm very safe and meet somewhere public and share where I'm going with someone back home (usually my sister). Again though, it's strange how we rely on social media accounts to contact people instead of just approaching someone at a bar or on the beach.


So for obvious reasons social media is here to stay. Some of the logical things to give up is alcohol - clearly not going to happen with holidays. Smoking - well I don't smoke already so that's cheating. I thought maybe coffee? I have a coffee every day but then I've heard the coffee in Australia is really good. Plus I know I'm be a real grump if I don't have my morning coffee.


Just as I'm typing this, I've thought of something I could really do with giving up -  random online shopping. Obviously I can't give up shopping all together, I need food and even when I'm on holiday I'd like to buy gifts but so far in the last week I've bought the following;

• Three affirmations bangles (£60)
• Three dresses, leggings and trousers (£55)
• A slogan jumper (£22)
• A note book (£8)
• A kitchen (too much to share!!)
• A desert safari trip (£45)

That's not actually that bad - usually it's far worse than that! But I definitely think I have a strong contender for what to give up. And just think, with the money I'll save I can book another holiday :-)


When you google 'things to give up for lent' it comes up with the following (additional to mine) ideas;

• Chocolate/Sweets/Fizzy drinks/Meat/Alcohol
• Buying coffee/breakfast/lunch (bring home-made instead)
• Complaining/being negative
• Being sarcastic (me... sarcastic... NEVER!)
• Swearing (I can't fu*king give that up)
• Sex (Why??)

There are some good ideas out there (well not all good ideas!). I guess the whole point of giving something up is, it's meant to be hard (no pun intended). It's a time to be thankful for all the things we good things w have in our life's.


I found this beautiful quote. How very true...

I've decided to give up the unnecessary shopping. I'm going to delete Ebay, Amazon, Wish, Groupon, Wowcher all of these tempting apps from my phone. I'm even going to unsubscribe from the emails.


Even if you're not religious, you should consider giving something up for lent. It will help you appreciate the things you have so much more and who knows what else you may gain from it.

Be kind to your body, you've only got one.

Even just typing this title made me giggle. Although it's very true that you do indeed only have one body, it still reminded me of my lovely Daddy who used to have a 'spare leg' in his wardrobe. Those who know my Daddy, will understand this.


I am currently feeling massively sorry for myself. I'm usually a real trooper and just 'get on with things' however everyone knows I'm a huge wimp when it comes to pain/feeling ill.


Very annoyingly I've managed to tear my rotator cuff in my right shoulder. I had a few niggles after pole training week before last but being me, I continued with my training schedule. This included a further four pole sessions and three gym sessions - pretty foolish. It wasn't until my last pole session, Friday just gone, when I realised how badly I've hurt it.


Off I went to the sports therapist Saturday morning who after an initial examination and ultrasound therapy, he confirmed I've torn two of the large muscles in my rotator cuff - not good.


Now, I have four weeks five days and a few hours (not that anyone's counting) until Pole Theatre Amateurs UK. Make no illusions, I will be up on the stage come Saturday 24th February 2018.


People close to me know how important this competition is to me. It's not just about being up on stage competing, it's about telling mine and Dean's story.


The whole concept of Pole Theatre is very different from other competitions. The category I've entered into is Drama. In this category, you have to tell a story through your dance. I wanted to share my story of how I dealt with the aftermath of Dean's suicide. As you can understand, this is still very raw and personal to me.


Most people don't understand pole dance. They sometimes have a narrow minded view of what is it entails. For me, it's an amazing hobby which allows me to continue exercising (well when I'm not bloody injured), it allows me to push my boundaries and work on my flexibility and above all, it's allowed me to form some wonderful friendships.


When I entered Pole Theatre UK I honestly didn't think I'd get through to the live competition. It's one of these competitions that you need to submit a video entry. I worked so hard in the studio with my pole instructor, Sue from Pole and Tone Essex and she created an amazing routine for me.


We spent hours in the studio training hard and I was literally bruised, bleeding and plenty of sweat. So when she called me to say I got through, I cried!


Now a few months on and training hard again for the competition, I'm devastated that I've injured myself. I pushed my body too hard with working out in the gym and pole training alongside not eating well. I've certainly learnt my lesson.


So what now? All I know is I will 100% be on that stage come Saturday 24th February. Now is the time for me to ensure I look after my body well. I've got my shoulder strapped up. I've given myself at least a one weeks ban from all training and I'm booked into the doctors tomorrow.


Some people just continue training on an injury and that's not good. I want to continue training for a very long time so it's so important I manage this injury as well as I can. They say slow and steady wins the race, well that's what I intend to do.


Sorry to those who I've annoyed lately with my constant whining. I'm not usually this bad but please forgive me as this is so important to me and to Dean's memory. Any other competition and I probably would have withdrawn.


Hope you can all send me positive thoughts for a speedy recovery.

Simple Life = Single Life?

I am starting to draw the conclusion that if you want a truly simple life, then remain single. I know that sounds like such a negative outlook but if you look around you, how many people are truly happy in their relationship?


I'm not saying all relationships are bad. I've got some lovely friends who I rate as my "couples goals". Not because they wear matching t-shirts and take those annoying pictures of holding hands then the girl looking back at the camera, no they have true "couples glory" because they work well together as a team.


One thing I've learnt from the whole dating experience is, you need to be fully happy with yourself and your life before you should ever get into a relationship. If you're not true to yourself and honestly happy and content with your life, then how can you put that pressure on someone else to create happiness for you?


I am very blessed with my life. I have a great family (ok annoying at times but still great), lovely friends (a good mix bunch), I have a brilliant job, gorgeous big house, I get to travel, I have my health - I truly do have everything I need for a happy life. I think the issue doesn't lie with what I need but with what I want.


I am at a stage in my life where I am ready to settle down and take the next steps (i.e. serious committed relationship and babies). It has taken me a long time to get to a stage where I honestly am ready to start a family.


You see these foolish teenagers having children (one springs automatically to mind) who doesn't have a stable job, isn't earning enough money and probably isn't in the most secure relationships (if any relationship) and yet they bring a life into this World.


I'm not saying you need to be earning loads of money to have children, love doesn't cost a penny however you do need to be fully grounded yourself to be able to offer the love, stability and guidance children need.


Since Dean passed away in 2011, I've had relationships (those guys that have lasted six months +) with three men. The first was with S whom moved into my house within two months, used me for money/car then proceeded to cheat on me - at least twice.


Next up was N, lovely guy who was going through a divorce at the time of us dating. He seemed like the perfect gent, told me he loved me after three weeks (which I foolishly believed) and then six months later decided he wasn't over his wife and needed space to grieve the relationship.


Finally (save the best till last!) was M, the affectionate and passionate Italian. The younger guy who had only had one relationship before me. The guy who adored me from the first date (and that first date was awful). It was one of those magical hindsight moments where I wish I had trusted my gut instinct and run for the hills.


No instead I invited him into my home (AGAIN!), and as soon as he was there boom - he wasn't going anywhere. The fool proposed to me after four months together, I (being an even bigger fool) accepted but as soon as that ring was on my finger, he's true colours came through. The manipulative, possessive, narcissistic, gambling/drug addict was there.


As you can see I have questionable abilities to choose men to date. That's why I like to mix it up a little and try and date different types of guys to see whether they'll be better suited. The latest guy was wonderful, a true gent however sadly that didn't work out for reasons beyond my control. However it now lands me firmly back in the single pool.


I am a very matter of fact person. The last guy broke up with recently and I'm obviously upset but I accept it's over and time to move on (again!). So I download the usual apps Tinder/Bumble/POF and I swear to god, each time you go back to these sites - they get worse.


I met S on POF and that seemed fine (except for the cheating obviously). N I met at work (which was so much better) and M I met on Tinder (Why did I download that again?). I've had loads of messages and so far I've been asked to be in a cuckold relationship (I had to google again what that meant - no thanks!), I've been invited around to a guys house right away where I just say him on Instagram kissing another girl (who was just in her underwear) and of course I've had the standard requests for nude pictures (come on dudes just google that sh*t!). Actually let me clarify, if you google that sh*t you won't find naked pictures of me but plenty of other girls which I'm sure is fine for their needs.


So as you can see, guys are kn*bs. Again, I'm sure it's not every guy but apparently it's the ones I seem to attract. Of course, there's lots of guys out there that are lovely, gentleman who would treat me very well no doubt but we all have our attractions and sadly it's usually those guys who I'm not physically attracted to.


When you're dating, it feels like you take on the role as a Detective. Some people call it stalking, I prefer the term research. You honestly can't be too careful these days so if I see a guy I like to look of on one of the apps, I screenshot his picture and put it into an app called Veracity. It basically searched the internet to see if that image is displayed elsewhere. It's a way of discovering catfish - and believe me they are real! It's ironic to say that lol


Next up is if the conversation is going well and they want to switch to chatting on what's app, I ask for their number first and right away I google search the number. That sounds crazy but again it's a way of seeing if the person is up to anything dodgy. I also search in Facebook for the persons number. Again if they've linked their number, it's a way of seeing if their profile is hiding a wife/girlfriend.


I appreciate I probably sound crazy right now but you I honestly don't care. I have caught out these catfish, I've caught out guys who's girlfriend has literally just given birth and I've caught out the married men.


This sadly is the modern age dating we live in. It's hell! You have to really be one tough cookie to survive. Thankfully I've dealt with a lot on life so being dumped or cheated on isn't the worse thing. What a horrible World we must live in for me to even write that and that appear normal?


I think of being single and I think of all the positive things. I have my freedom, I travel whenever and wherever I want, I sleep starfish in the bed, I can wear a crappy sports bra and mis-matching underwear, I can go a few days without shaving my legs. Ok, some of those are good valid reasons and others a little silly.


Then I think about relationships and try and weigh up the good with the bad. No relationship is ever perfect, it doesn't exist. And you know what, it would be bloody boring. However, wouldn't it be nice to find that one person who you want to annoy forever?


Ok, it's not just about annoying forever, for me I want to find my equal. I want to find the man who has also had good and bad life experiences. Someone with a positive attitude who respects that life doesn't always go to plan but accepts life for what it is. I want to find someone who accepts me for who I am and doesn't want to change me at all. I want a friend for life.


This all sounds wonderful so where do we find this guy? I know people do meet their life partners on these dating apps but how nice would it be to simply bump into someone on the train or in the supermarket? In actual real life.


People say when you stop looking for something, it simply finds it's way to you. I do believe that. Pressure isn't good for anyone but equally it's so important to put the right message out there to the universe.


I hugely believe in the laws of attraction. I believe if I want something so badly, I can manifest it into my life. But people need to remember this works both ways. If someone keeps thinking of themselves as overweight, then they'll never create themselves to be a healthy weight. Positive thoughts attract positive things.


The title of this blog is asking whether to have a simple life, do I need to be single? The answer is no. If I want a simple life, I need to see my life as already being simple. Simple is very much under rated. There's too much stress and negativity in the World already. Let's flip that on it's head and create the simple life we all desire.

Coercive control

I've been listening to some more podcast by Real Crime Profile as I find them so fascinating and the latest podcasts have been regarding coercive control.

I find anything to do with psychology very interesting and especially this concept of coercive control. It got me thinking about how easy it is to fall into the trap of allowing someone else to control you.

As most of you know me, I'm an incredibly strong minded and stubborn person (sometimes to a fault of mine) so the thought of someone controlling me instils the fear of God into me however listening to the Podcast made me realise how easy it is to happen.

I decided to do some research and here are some of the characteristic of coercive control;

Controlling or observing the victim's daily activities, including: making them account for their time; restricting access to money; restricting their movements (including being locked in the property).

Isolating the victim from family and friends; intercepting messages or phone calls.

Constant criticism of victim's role as a partner, spouse or parent.

Threats of suicide/homicide.

Preventing the victim from taking medication or accessing care (especially relevant for victims with disabilities).

Using children to control their partner, eg threats to take the children away.

Extreme dominance; a sense of ‘entitlement' to partner or the partner's services, obedience etc - no matter what.

Extreme jealousy (“If I can't have you, no one can”), giving the victim cause to believe they will act on this.

Threats to damage the property and cause injury to pets.

Threats to expose sensitive information (eg sexual activity) or make false allegations to family members, religious or local community including via photos or the internet.

Involvement of wider family members or the community; crimes in the name of ‘honour'.

Manipulation of information given to professionals.

All those listed above seem pretty extreme however I imagine they very easily sneak into an unhealthy relationship (mainly thinking of Marco here!) and before you know it, you feel trapped.

The podcast actually gave some more examples of things that could happen in every day life. These are things that perhaps you wouldn't even think twice about. Here are some examples;

 Your partner telling you they much prefer you when you wear your hair up/down.

 Your friend telling you not to wear a certain item of clothing (maybe because they have it too).

 A partner saying perhaps you should eat more/less.

These probably seem quite obvious as controlling behaviours however it's very easy to skip over things, especially when you start dating someone new.

How many times have you met someone new whom you like, they might say something like 'I really like it when you wear tight jeans (or something similar)' so next time you see them, and you're decided what to wear, you may have in the back of your mind that you'll wear something tight as you know they'll like it.

These isolated things could be perfectly fine however with any form of abuse, there's usually a pattern. It's consistent. One comment maybe about the hair, next is the clothes, then it's hobbies and before you know it everything you do, you're doing to please someone else.

I love being single. I'm independent. I love having my own agenda and freedom to do whatever the hell I like. However, I know how easy it is to fall into the trap of wanting to please someone else, especially if you like them.

I enjoy writing these blog posts as I hope it helps others to see things from a different perceptive. It's good to raise awareness of these potential issues. Regardless whether you're single or in a relationship, no one deserves to control someone else. I know it's scary sometimes standing up for yourself but if you don't do it, you'll allow someone to walk all over you and that won't make you happy.

Buyer Beware - Any single girl or guy must read!

Caveat emptor: [Latin, Let the buyer beware.] A warning that notifies a buyer that the goods he or she is buying are "as is," or subject to all defects.

I decided I would try the whole online dating (OLD) thing again so off I popped to download old faithful Plenty of fish (POF).

I'm a busy girl so I wasn't really using it that much. I received a fair few messages (at one point over 200 un-opened messages were in my inbox) so when I did decide to browse, one message caught my eye.

His profile showed a dark handsome man with the cutest dimples and smile. He's profile said he was a Lawyer and lived in London. His pictures showed his passion for travel and even him with his cute dog - I was hooked.

After a few messages on the app, we quickly switched to what's app to chat. More pictures were exchanged (nothing inappropriate) by both of us. He was incredibly complimentary of my pictures, which I thought was sweet. One of the pictures he sent me was 'him' and a stunning girl, who after I questioned, turned out to be his sister - or so he said.

What's app messages quickly moves onto FaceTime calls. Here was this guy who - well didn't look exactly like his photos, but he was still tanned with a cute smile.

By now we'd been chatting every single day for well over a week. I'd wake up to a "Good morning princess" message. He's call me when he was on his way to work. You see he was driving his Aston Martin to work. He said it was easier to drive, as being a busy Criminal Defense Barrister, he may have to drive between the office and court. He even sent me a picture of his lovely car with a note with my name on - cute.

We would then spend hours in the evening chatting on FaceTime. The evenings were his downtime from such a hectic hot shot job in Westminster.

Having an interest for law, I'd ask him what it was like being a Barrister. I had a genuine interest in his job. Sometimes he seemed quite open, albeit a bit vague. Until one evening I asked about him being registered with the Bar. For this simple question, I got the phone hung up on me.

I racked my brain thinking "shit what did I say wrong?". He questioned my motives. I couldn't quite understand what my motives possibly could have been. He was very good at twisting what I had said to make me in the wrong. He said I must "want" something.

I put two and two together and came up with five. I assumed he meant I must be a gold digger. Oh honey, I haven't worked my arse off to own my own property since the age of 19. I owe my own car (outright), I travel whenever I want and I buy myself lovely designer handbags - when I want. I need no men financially.

Don't get me wrong, when this "gentlemen" offered to whisk me to Venice for the weekend - of course my head was turned. It was also turned at the promise of free airplane tickets to Saint Lucia. And our first date dining at The Shard.

You can see where this is going, too good to be true....?! Yep.

After the rather defensive response to my questions about his job, I decided to check The Barristers Register. Now I knew his first name and had a slight guess at him surname (thanks to searching his number on Facebook) and you guessed it - zero results.

Ok so his name might have been spelt differently. That's when I thought I'd google his phone number. Now I know this makes me sound a tad crazy but unfortunately in this day and age, people lie online so you do have to do your homework - and I'm glad I did!

There are websites such as findwhocallsyou.com where you can leave reviews for phone numbers. I've searched this before and it's usually come up with telemarketers or recruitment consultants. So when 32 (33 including me now!) reports come up for this number, I had to read them.

Here are some of the comments:

10 Aug 2017 - I had the unfortunate experience of *name*. Doesn't work as a Barrister. Does not live in Marylebone. Is very poor, not attractive has moobs and is short. Will blame you for his short comings and will divert the subject and blame you for him lying. What a loser.

15 Jan 2017 - Mental!dangerous !all the pictures on his fake profiles belong to a famous model called Farzan Atharj.

19 May 2017 - This guy is a total Pyschopath. Called me a liar and threatened to ruin me because I was talking to other guys (after having talked to him twice!!). I want to report him to the police-anyone have a real name? He goes by the name of *name*. Can you only report a phone no?

You get the picture right. Now it seems like I've been pretty lucky because I never actually met him. We were supposed to meet tomorrow but I'm still ill so we rearranged.

I think I've been one of the lucky ones. Whilst I've wasted nearly two weeks speaking to the psychopath, I thankfully never gave him any personal details such as where I live.

I did however sadly share my stories about my past. I'm partly annoyed with myself for being so trusting and open. My personal experiences are exactly that, mine. In future I won't be sharing something so personal with anyone until I truly know and trust them.

Luckily I'm laughing about this nut job. I mean who actually has the time to think of being someone completely different?! Someone very sad with no friends or a life!

One of the comments mentioned this mans pictures are from an Iranian model called Farzan Atharj. I google the images and of course all the pictures he sent me are this mans, even the one supposedly with his sister.

I thought the picture looked a little too cosy to be a sister lol

Anyway, let this be a warning to anyone else if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Also google that number! This isn't the first time I've uncovered a liar. The previous one had a wife! Again thank god I do my homework ahead of meeting someone.

Anyways as the app is named, there's plenty more fish in the sea.... but perhaps for now it's time to hand my fishing rod up.