But have no fear - Skiddle is awash with dating events taking place in the big smoke, as more and more people aim to combat the fact that it can be tricky to connect with new people in such a hectic city.
Wesbites like uk are thinking outside the box when it comes to arranging dates and are well worth checking out, but nothing quite beats the value of face to face connection.
With the exception of university and my time travelling, I’ve lived in Reading all my life, and at times I wonder if I’ve outgrown the town.
I can name the previous four names of all the main bars on the high street, and the doorman at the Weatherspoons is the same man who I proudly presented my ID to (at the same bar) on my 18th birthday (after two years of sneaking past him without one! Nothing changes, and whilst it’s a town which craves city status, it’s nowhere near the metropolis of London. And knowing that most of the cool, eligible men I know in London are based around Balham and Clapham, I jumped at the opportunity to speed date in the fashionable suburb.
Each ‘date’ is only four minutes long, so it would be unfair to compare it to a two to five-hour long date with a complete stranger.
Unlike the Reading speed dating, where the boys had out-numbered the girls, the ratio in Clapham was 10 men to 14 women (though one girl didn’t show).
So this first friend sat downstairs, with some of her other friends, and instead requested I tweet updates after every date, so she could virtually follow proceedings upstairs!
None of the three friends who volunteered to join me knew each other.
One of my closest female friends was keen, but didn’t book her place in time.