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Suddenly single at 52, I had a lot to learn about dating. But nothing prepared me for the casual racism. I had been with my partner for six years when she announced, abruptly, that it was over. I remember she was crying. I was not: I was too stunned. It was as if, in the rulebook of how to end a relationship, she had torn out the last chapter. Disagreements, rows, eating meals in silence, sleeping in separate rooms: these things were all missing from our end sequence. So, at 52, I found myself unexpectedly single. As well as the pain of the breakup, I was also scared about single life. I had never struggled to meet women, but in the old-fashioned way: at parties, bars and clubs. This was the age of apps. I knew online dating was now a normal part of single life, so I signed up to Hinge, Happn, Guardian Soulmates and Tinder. I was terrified by the sheer volume of people, all corralled together like items in a vending machine.

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Then I realised that was it. I thought: is that all you have to say? I decided to be more considered in my approach. The majority of single women within my age range were divorced professionals who were juggling demanding jobs, young children and perpetual exhaustion. Many lived outside London and were struggling to find the time to accommodate the romance they were looking for. How far away do you live? Who will do the travelling when we meet? How much will it cost to get there and back? How old are your children? Will I play a surrogate role with your kids? How tricky is your ex, and will I have to deal with him? The list might seem cold and unromantic, but so is swiping the faces of strangers on a phone.I once dated someone with two children under 10, who only saw their father every other weekend. I was expected to fill that role, even though I have my own son. Love begins with pragmatic choices. Armed with these parameters, I revised all my online dating bios. This was my Tinder profile:. I am short-sighted too, so you will look great for ever. Would love to hear from you if your values are emotional and spiritual, rather than material; ideally slim, fit, healthy, tallish, smart, funny, non-smoker, living in London. I am 52, with a year-old son. Wordless profiles I generally swipe left. I was contacted by a woman in her 40s with two young children who lived in Aberdeen. Another woman slowly revealed that she was six months pregnant with a sperm donor baby, and was looking for a boyfriend who would also be a father. Whenever I mentioned that I was looking for a relationship rather than casual sex, this was met with surprise, as if I was going against type: You want love? What kind of black man are you? On another occasion, I went on a first date with a white divorcee who lived in the commuter belt outside London. We went to a wine bar adjacent to the station, and I ordered us two glasses of red. My heart sank. I would sometimes jokingly point out the racism implicit within these assumptions. One woman felt comfortable enough to tell me that there was no doubt in her mind that black men were biologically and sexually different from white men. In the majority of these conversations, it became clear this was the first time these women had ever considered that they might harbour racist views. Although they all either lived or worked in London, almost everyone in their lives was white, and so their assumptions about race had never been challenged.

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I was unhappy about being seen as a hydraulic appendage rather than a person. The next woman I met online expressed the same unconscious prejudices. Despite her misconceptions, she was funny and charming, but when it came to sex I deliberately tried to make the experience mediocre. I wanted to smash the stereotype. I wanted sex to be normalised, finally, the way it is for white men. I learned to become a better emotional detective. By analysing the words and imagery within online profiles, I began to make better choices. I was once messaged on Tinder by a woman whose opening photo showed her from behind, riding away on a bicycle. What was she trying to tell me? Was she afraid? Was she cycling away from intimacy? I made a rule that I would always swipe left on anyone concealing rather than revealing. By avoiding those who appeared not ready, I was able to narrow the field further. Eventually, I connected with women who were not motivated by racial stereotypes: scientists, psychotherapists, NHS directors, CEOs, actresses, TV personalities and film directors among them. When people ask if online dating has been successful, I say yes. For me, a good date is one when I have gone out and come back safely, having met someone and learned something. Eventually, I also found romance on an app.She is white, 47 years old and, like me, works in the media. The sense of vanity so characteristic of many online profiles was absent from hers. When we started talking, she was honest and open, and we seemed to like the same things: Radio 4, running, Premier League football, red wine and cheese — result! Emotionally, and geographically, she is available. We went to a pub after work one night. One of my rules is that all first dates should be cheap and short. Read more. Reuse this content. Most viewed. Try Premium.

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I was hanging out with my BFF since fourth grade, who's gay. We were probably both 19 or so. On two occasions, we put on some porn, starting masturbating, then gave each other very excellent hand jobs. I never even considered getting involved with another guy for years after, and am happily married to a woman. So once I went to grad school in another state, it seemed like the perfect time. I downloaded Grindr and had quite a few hookups. I eventually realized that I was doing all these anonymous hookups out of physical attractions and mostly boredom. Hooking up with guys is a lot easier than girls. Now I consider myself straight and looking for the right girl with the occasional guy hookup when I'm bored. Nothing ever went too far, typically just masturbating together and occasionally jerking each other off.

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