My year in 25 dates: From sex addicts and stuntmen (to the married man next door)

[#Dobe~ClasSy!☠]

So, is there anyone… special, on the cards?’ We are in my grandmother’s best room. Songs of Praise plays on the television. She pours proper tea from a pot and pats an embroidered cushion on the sofa for me to sit down.  The cushion says, 'In Christ alone my hope is found'.

‘There is, actually. I have a girlfriend. Well, a sort-of girlfriend – we haven’t had the talk yet. She’s a lesbian, although I think she prefers “queer”. I guess you could call me “bi”, but I hate labels; I just like who I like. Millennial of me, I know… Anyway, we’re seeing each other, but now she’s trying for a baby with her best friend – a gay man – and I get it because she’s 38 and her eggs won’t last for ever. Plus...