I started taking myself on two solo dates every month because waiting for someone else to be free is a terrible way to plan a life. This isn’t about proving that I don’t need anyone or pretending I always feel completely confident walking in alone. I simply got tired of missing things I wanted to do.

This is my running diary of where I went, what I tried and whether I would do it again. Some dates will be restorative, some will be interesting and I’m sure at least one will be a bloody awful idea. Either way, I’m going.