Elizabeth Green's dating diary

Was I Jackie Mason's date, or just part of his routine?

I think I've become a predator. I've heard stories of people meeting their great love at the airport, or on a plane. But stupid me took the 8.05am flight. No wonderful single men would get up that early. I'm off to Miami for some winter sun, very proud of myself that I've lined up three dates via a website. Let's see the reality.

He told me I was ‘the one’. You can never trust emails

I was brought up in a cold climate, and I don't mean the weather. Having survived the angst of my teenage years, I have been on a quest for love ever since.

Now, a year after my divorce, I yearn to find someone who can't live without me. Has this impaired my judgement, made me rash and crazy? With my heart on my sleeve, I've become fair game, and what a game it turned out to be.

Not much sex, too much city

I'm in Macy's in New York, trying on shoes, and the grey pair of Calvin Klein's are divine. I look at others, but this is the pair I want, and suddenly the feeling is familiar. Wait - I know, I've had this feeling before: shoes are like men. You know straight away.

This trip to New York, alone, was a birthday treat to me, a kind of Israel tour after GCSEs, a belated 21st birthday present. People said I was brave or crazy. But I'd done my homework: I had a list of restaurants where single girls can sit at the bar and eat alone. Not that I did any night.

The date who went red over Ms Green

When Elizabeth Green , sister of Topshop boss Sir Philip, began a JC column chronicling her experiences on the dating scene, she soon found herself attracting interest from national newspapers. What she did not expect was an aggrieved response from a JC reader who recognised what he considered an unflattering description of himself.

Last week, Ms Green wrote of her adventures at a New Year's Eve party in Edgware full of "desperate men".

New Year, new love? No, give me thrills

Imagine the scene. It's New Year's Eve, another bleak day and night ahead. My children are getting ready for the big night, although my daughter has my attitude. "It's just another night out - what a fuss," she says.

My plans for the evening were set when Karen, an old (single) friend, got in touch after many months with the offer of a party in Edgware. I dithered and dallied until deciding it was better than staying at home alone.

It's brutal on the dating scene...even for a Green

Dating - that's not a word I ever thought would apply to me again. But after coming out of a long marriage - I got divorced in May - I find myself once again in that territory.

And I don't think it's changed much. Or rather, the way it makes me feel hasn't changed. For the past four years, I have been organising courses on relationships. Does that make me an expert at dating? Not at all. In fact, second time round I am still experiencing teenage-style pangs of love.