In this weekly feature, Her.ie goes behind enemy lines to see what it’s really like to be single in Ireland. From speed dating to making speedy escapes, our no-holds-barred blog will follow our attempts to venture into the dating jungle, play the field and share any wisdom that we finds along the way.

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One of the best things about a weekend away as a single girl is a chance to throw caution to the wind and have a bit of no-strings fun without the worry of bumping into them at the corner shop or worse, in a work meeting (yes, this has happened to us). Recently, a few of the girls headed to Liverpool for a few days of shopping, boozing and checking out the local talent and things worked out pretty well as each and every one of us managed to pull a nice fella on our travels. While most of us managed to treat the hangover of that weekend with a few Nurofen, Gráinne was not so lucky... She hit it off with a lovely fella called Steve from the Netherlands who looked a bit like Leonardo DiCaprio if you were standing at a distance. The craic was had and the party continued back at the hotel until the following morning, when it was time to say goodbye. Despite the obvious geographical quandary, the pair had gotten along quite well and decided to exchange numbers but there was something about Steve that didn't sit right with our Gráinne and his bedside manner was certainly different to the confirmed bachelors that she was used to dealing with. So... before he left, she asked "You're not long out of a relationship, are you?". Unfortunately, the answer wasn't one that she wanted to hear and he admitted that he had a girlfriend of three years who was waiting back at home for him. Now our Gráinne is many things but the 'other woman' is not of them so she packed Sleazy Steve off on his travels and flew home later that day, thanking her lucky stars that he'd only gotten as far as lobbing the gob. Except, it seems that, for Steve, the meeting was a lot more deep and meaningful. He text her that evening. The following day. A week after. She, obviously because she's not an absolute wagon, did not reply. Eventually, weeks later, he messaged again asking for her email address as he "had to tell her something". Again thanking her lucky stars that they didn't get jiggy and his 'something' wasn't going to require a trip to her gynaecologist, she eventually messaged him back and said that anything he needed to tell her could be sent via Whatsapp. Two weeks later, it finally arrived. Needless to say, she was NOT impressed... And this is where things get properly strange.   There are no words. If this isn't the most insane conversation you've ever had with a man, please send us screengrabs immediately or email your story to hello@her.ie. Come say hi on Twitter @Herdotie #shiftyfirstdates.