He was going to be called Gappy, but I thought that was too mean (as if this isn’t mean enough). Inferno, 35, told me on our date last night that he has been to Infernos in the last year, and to be brutally honest I think he goes there more than he let on and this is unacceptable for anyone over the age of 26 to be quite frank.

He can also have the name Gappy. Last night I broke two of my dating rules. I should know better given the amount of dates I have been on (it’s taken me forever to start writing this blog), but I break rules a lot. Life is short and all that.

First rule broken: ‘Don’t date guys who don’t have any photos where they are smiling with their teeth showing’.

Teeth are important. Aside from when I was dating Army guy, because it just did not matter…

It made me think, how many male celebs have gap in their teeth? I do not fancy Elijah Wood or Elton John. Zac Efron, maybe, but I think he had his teeth fixed.

I couldn’t get past the teeth gap with Inferno. I tried, I always try to rein in my initial ‘I don’t fancy this guy’ thought and see if I can see past it, they may be a grower but I think with Inferno’s baby face, there was no hope. Baby faced and goes to Infernos, I say no more. I need a manly man.

Second rule broken: ‘Don’t have a first date on a Saturday night unless you have a plan to go somewhere else (or fake plan) or are too bothered about potentially ruining your Saturday night’.

I didn’t mind, because I just went off home at circa 9pm after an hour and a half of a date where I didn’t really laugh – laughing is so much more important than anything else, they say food is the way to a man’s heart, I think laughing might be the way to mine. We shall see.

I realise I’ve not said much about the run up to the date, that’s because there wasn’t much, other than his name, height and a mutual interest in skiing, I knew nothing about him. He did however, form a plan and suggest the location, which is always quite a good thing for a guy to do – take note please – I think we girls like a guy to take charge (at times).

He was pleasant enough so Inferno at 6ft 3 and baby faced may do well with a 25 year old he meets in Infernos. Which is probably where he went off to after our date.

It’s a match, or is it?

I’m not going to sit here and write much that any reader (hello) doesn’t know already about online and app dating (and with any luck this blog may actually feature real life dating – ooh er). I probably won’t tell you which app I think is better, or assess all of them, because that’s not what this is all about, though the trials and tribulations of dating in 2017 may well become a theme, if 2016 was anything to go by.

This is about experiences, documented by code names.

From the match, to the chat (or lack of), to the date (I might though write about some that I don’t go on a date with, the pen pals that surface but let’s stick to actual dates for now), and seeing where it goes or doesn’t go. That’s what this is about.

The adoption of a code name generally happens either so that I know who I’m talking to or so my friends know who I’m talking about, it’s just what we do. Code names may come from the actual date itself or facts about the person, often location features but there are no rules to code names. Just that they exist.

Two days ago I started talking to two Andrews and it really confused me. Hence the need for a code name (Guitar-man is one, the other one I think I’m ditching, fyi). It also adds to my day-to-day banter with my pals if these (poor) guys get a code name. And my lovely pals often come up with them.

So here goes, 2017 will be full of some dating stories, some silliness and whatever else.