About Me

Hi, I’m Melissa — midlife mischief-maker, mum, chef, and proud survivor of bad dates, worse shoes, and men who think “Netflix and chill” is a personality.

I spent years running a thriving pub where I was the queen of the bar and never short of conversation. Now I’m in a one-bed flat, shouting at Hinge profiles and wondering how I went from Sunday roasts for 200 to reheating beans for one. Life, eh?

This blog is my open diary — raw, unfiltered, and often inappropriate — where I share the madness of dating after 50, surviving heartbreak, rediscovering self-worth, and occasionally laughing so hard I nearly wee.

I’m fat (working on it… kind of), broke (aren’t we all?), and still hungry for connection — whether that’s love, friendship, or just someone who knows how to spell properly in a text.

If you’ve ever cried over a takeaway, fallen for a man with no teeth, or tried to shave your legs for a date with someone who ghosted anyway — welcome, you’re my people.

Grab a cuppa (or a wine), and join me as I navigate life, love, and everything in between — one awkward story at a time.