This Christmas, I bought my mum the Game of Thrones box set. After watching them, she rang me to tell me how much she had enjoyed them and continued, ” you don’t half remind me of one of the characters.”

Being a petite blonde, I mistakenly second guessed her next comment. “Really? Wow! I love Daenerys, she’s gorgeous.”

“Not the Khalessi babe; the dwarf-Tyrion.”

Now I’ll admit that at 5′ 1”, I’m a little on the short side but I hardly expected my own mother to be so damning of my stature. “Thanks Mum. So, basically you see me as a sarcastic, alcoholic, sex mad, midget?”

She laughed and didn’t reply. So that much sums me up; the female Tyrion Lannister of the London dating scene. The more I actually consider my mum’s statement, the more it is an accurate surmise of me. Like Tyrion, my family is frigging gorgeous, my sister (who towers above me) makes her living as a professional model and as previously explained, my ‘dwarf like’ proportions, mean I sadly don’t make my money by standing around pouting like she does.

Tyrion, also like me, is a disappointment to his family… On another occasion, attending at a party with her riding friends, my mother introduced me and my sister in the following way, “this is Amy, she’s a successful model and actress and this is Alicia, my other daughter: she’s very sarcastic.”

So, what can you expect from this blog? Well imagine if Tyrion was: real, female, single and went on dates in London. Went on dates in London with every freak, player, cad and lunatic in the city. That kind of gives you a flavour of what to expect from me. I’m in my late twenties now and I’ve probably had more dating experience than most. I like to think of dating as one of my hobbies. It may not necessarily be a hobby I’d put down on my CV, but it’s definitely a past time of mine. I don’t know whether it is me or the guys I date but I’d say that about 90% of the dates I actually go on end up a disaster (hence the title of the blog). I’d like to share with you details of my dates with men from various walks of life. There’s been: The Opera Singer, The Trader, The Footballer, The Westminster Political Consultant, The Solicitor, The Reality TV star, The Personal Trainer, The Rugby Player, The Property Developer (AKA the Drug Dealer), The Model, The Wine Buyer, The Club Promoter, The Doctor and that’s just for starters.

I’m also going to be sharing some of my dating advice and tips (for what it’s worth, you may want to swerve those entries, I really don’t know how useful they will be to people ) I’ll be answering any questions you may have about the modern dating scene. I’m going to get some of my girlies to write some guest blogs as their experience of the dating world is often as bad as my own. As my friend Jen put it, ‘between us we are a smorgasbord of dating disasters’. But each and every entry will be told through a wry, sardonic set of eyes. So sit back, grab that chocolate and glass of wine and enjoy ‘Dating Dinner and Disasters’.

Alicia xx

Disclaimer

Every good reality TV show has a disclaimer, here is my disclaimer for my reality blog…

I should point out that much of this blog is written as satire with a heavy sprinkling of sarcasm and hyperbole. I’ve always been fond of dramatics. I’m not actually as crazy as I appear to be in my stories. Most of the men, however, are.

I’m also prone to expressing poetic licence; let’s just pretend the people in the entries are fictitious. If I’ve dated you, you are reading this and recognise yourself as one of the ‘characters’ it’s all in your imagination but, you know, if the shoe fits and all that.