It might be an account of the time that I cheated, a litany of everything I have ever been late for, the total amount of money that has been spent paying off exasperated taxi drivers who delivered me drunk and vomiting.
They can post photos of the men, write reviews and list the best and worst things about their character, style and sense of humour.
It's a place more and more middle-aged women like me find themselves nowadays, as marriages break down and society now fully expects - indeed encourages - us to embrace the dating scene again with the same gusto we displayed in our youth.
Not so long ago, a newly single woman in her 40s, with two children, would have been expected by society to put on a brave face, say nothing of the pain caused by her divorce and resign herself to celibacy.
Forgive the friends and in-laws who you felt deserted you.
You survived that, and not only are you better for it – you’re sexier for it. Age and childbearing has allowed you to enjoy your body for all it has to offer. When I met my husband in my mid-twenties, I was still struggling to make my way professionally. When we do have time for boyfriends, we make the very most of it. There is less temptation to piddle away hours waiting on losers to commit just because you’re lonely (you will end up selling your engagement ring anyway with those guys).
I was not of that mind, though, when my husband and I split up three years ago.
I had just spent the night with Stephen - the first man I'd been intimate with since the break-up of my 15-year marriage.
You don't rate the men yourself (marks out of ten this is not), instead you take a multiple choice quiz and the app works out their score.
The men are also assigned hashtags that reflect their best and worst qualities, such as #Sweet To Mom or #Rude To Waiters. Soon the straight, single men of the UK will be at the mercy of their old girlfriends. Lulu has plenty of critics, who accuse it of shaming men.
And I followed his career at the expense of my own in a tough cross-country move.
But in the end, the nagging feeling that he just didn’t get me, didn’t understand or appreciate my needs, blew up when I finally realized how suffocated I felt by a role that just wasn’t right for me.