Grief, autism and dating

I'll admit it, I'm lonely. Yes, after being in a relationship with the same man since March 2000 I'm not used to being alone. As the year drew to a conclusion I thought that I'd seek companionship via dating apps, after all, a close female and close male friend had found happiness, following a bit of a bumpy ride. Maybe I jumped in too soon?  In retrospect, I think that I did.

Anyway, I was on Bumble, the female-led dating app, although it's less so now. I chatted to a couple of blokes and one I'm still in contact with now but we've never met in real life (IRL.) I chatted to another via WhatsApp and phone and we agreed to meet in my local branch of Wetherspoons (yes, I am a cheap date). He showed up really late, was incredibly boring and yep, he was autistic. Blah. I know that I am, but at least I have a keen sense of humour. The date was so bad that I orde

Then I tried Hinge (I couldn't understand it, so I gave up.) I then tried Tinder ...