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On days when I managed to feel less self-conscious and I’d force myself out, megawatt pub lighting was my nemesis and any post-date extracurricular activity would end with me escaping in a 5am Uber to avoid the guy seeing me sans makeup. I launched myself into a healing saga of burning topical creams, trying every antibiotic under the sun: spironolactone (an off-label heart medication), probiotics, Chinese herbs, going dairy-free, gluten-free, sugar-free, chugging spirulina (tastes like and resembles pond scum), eating chia seeds (shares the unfortunate consistency of congealed gravy), getting less sun, getting more sun (one daft SPF-free sunbathing session left me looking like I was wearing a painful red head-to-toe morph suit for four days). I put all my energy into my skin and it repeatedly rebuked my advances like a hostile nightclub bouncer. Wade, a consultant dermatologist, and it was one of the best things I ever did.
My breaking point came the day I turned 26, when I looked in the mirror and barely recognised myself. Going into my first appointment, I was asked to remove my makeup and my face was put into a beastly scanner, which after a few clicks told me to what degree my skin was afflicted with things like redness (66%), wrinkles (2%, baby) and spots (20%).
I stopped wearing my hair up, earrings – anything that drew attention to the sides of my face.
I feared public transport with its harsh overhead lights, a magnifying glass finger pointed at my imperfections.
Day after day, the cute baby spots of my teen years were traded for huge painful cysts.
Spots so big that they demanded their own sequel and prequel.
Now, single life is great – the freedom, the ability to watch whatever you want on Netflix without fear of recrimination, the embarrassing hook-ups (hey, at least you get some good stories to tell the next day) – but recently, something has changed.
I cancelled plans with friends and became uneasy with dating. I made an appointment at The London Skin and Hair Clinic to see Dr.
Darwin Dating ‘Sick of dating websites filled with ugly, unattractive, desperate fatsos? That’s right, it’s a dating service aimed at beautiful people only. Meet an Inmate Enjoy dating, but struggle to find a partner who’s willing to commit?
Well, the men and women listed on Meet-an-Inmate have already proven they’re more than capable of committing – crimes, that is.
In fact, looking at my news feed RIGHT NOW, there are no fewer than two ads for dating sites; one telling me I can ‘Date a Sexy Fireman’, and another starting off with the appealing catchphrase, ‘Mates all got boyfriends?
’ Tempting as ads like these are, it did make me wonder: if sites specifically targeted at dating firemen have become a ‘thing’, what other obscure concepts are floating around the Internet?