I hoped dating in the countryside would be hot farmers and sexy fishermen – far from it – Telegraph.co.uk
I don’t feel like dating, but living with a couple – and the boredom of lockdown – forces me to try.
The dating pool in Cornwall is terrifyingly limited. One girl I know here says, in all seriousness, that she has ‘completed Tinder’. Still, the options can’t be worse than the people I dated in London, where I mainly went out with toffs, artists and start-up CEO w—kers. My particular type was mummy’s boys and bad intellectuals who could quote Jordan Peterson while I was trying to orgasm.
The potential for dating in Cornwall is more exciting – at least I tell myself that. As I write this, we’re the only county in tier 1, so at least if I meet someone I can legally take them to bed. ‘You could date a plumber, then an electrician, then a gardener while you do up the house,’ my friend Martin suggests, pragmatically.
I start in the obvious place. Not the pub – I am a millennial – but by joining Tinder. I find a glut of sixth-formers and divorcees; I suppose most people in-between have left. Everyone my age has at least three children – or five if he’s hot. Instead of showing off with Porsches, as men do in London, here they pose with tractors or