It seems like a lifetime ago since I searched 'Hinge' on the App Store of my iPhone, but realistically it was a little under 3 weeks ago. My closest friends had been on the apps for a while, I occasionally browsed, simply to see what was out there, but had never quite created my own profile, until Monday 28th February. Hinge downloaded, matches made - who knew it was that easy? I wasn't slow in exchanging numbers, whittling it down to a handful of men I'd quite like to see, whilst also 'keeping my options open' and not 'putting all of my eggs in one basket' as it were. Date 1 3 days on the app and I had arranged a date with Carl*, a seemingly 'normal' looking 30 something year old who had complimented me on my 'half tucked' shirt on one of my pictures. We chatted for the 2 days prior to the date, agreeing to meet on Newcastle's Quayside for a quiet drink on Wednesday (both deciding to drive into town, meaning alcohol consumption was...