I’m better friends with my Excel spreadsheets, Power Point presentations and proposals, than I am with any living, breathing female — although I did name my new computer “Alice”. College was by far the last chance I had at meeting someone, but I blew it, because a good degree would get me further in life than any partner would — so said society.I’m thirty, have a relatively established career path, am . The next thing that happened was not what I was expecting: Fast forward 2 hours later, and it was 8pm. In the cab, I instinctively took out my phone again to see if anyone liked me — nope no luck at all.From to Tinder, anyone can sign up online or download the app, stick on a few flattering photos and be meeting potential partners within minutes.But those in the know shun such commonplace options, preferring to turn to an altogether more exclusive platform: The Inner Circle.
And this article is pretty much my reflection on how a small step (or rather a few mouse clicks) can change your life.For despite being available world-wide, only a select number hand chosen by a ninja team of four staff at The Inner Circle will ever make it past the metaphorical ‘velvet rope’.