I joined Spanish Tinder for 48hrs.

Pre-marriage I was frequently venturing out into London bars and pubs, partaking in a series of dates that can only be described as cataclysmic. My selection process was subconsciously, deliberately poor. I would go for the sad ones, the poetic ones, the “fun ones” who always had a very “unfun” shadow lurking just over their shoulders, the wacky ones with bohemian hair and undetermined employment status and the musicians.