I wrestled with writing this post and whether to even post it. It took a few drafts and edits. In the nearly 10 years of writing this blog (award nominated I’ll have you know), I never thought I’d be writing a post about my embarrassing and completely unhinged behaviour. But here we are. So strap in. ...
Sadly, another Hinge date. This post will probably be fairly short. It seems to be the way that most guys when you start chatting will want to meet for a drink quite quickly. They like to gauge if they’re interested or not sooner rather than later. I agree! But sometimes with my job (and two...
Ah, another date from a dating app. What could possibly go wrong? This contender didn’t want to chat for long. He was keen to meet quite quickly and get a drink organised. So we did. He was a (well, is a) police officer. He chose a place fairly midway for us and we agreed an...
I hate Hinge. Even without the ridiculous profiles, the stupid comments and the repetitiveness, it’s just soul destroying. I have, in my mid 30s only just found out that apparently ALL heterosexual men on Hinge like dog walks and a roast on a Sunday. They ALL want to find a relationship that has the ‘perfect...
So getting back into the dating World means going on the apps. I do not enjoy them. There is not one single part of being on the apps that I find fun. I will actively avoid going on and swiping. I’ve lost almost all of my confidence in myself including my ability to even talk...
What if it was all my fault? I’m back. I’m not sure how long for but we move. It’s been a while. Mainly because I needed to distance myself. I love writing. But it was becoming so sad and miserable. Taking a step back was necessary. I’m still sad and miserable I’m sorry to say. ...
I’ve not been doing fine. I tell everyone “I’m fine” but the reality speaks very differently. This year has been possibly the hardest in terms of my emotional and mental wellbeing. I’ve struggled every day. Some days it just felt too much and I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to feel this...
To Arthur and Grayson. My boys. You made me an Auntie. The greatest gift you could have ever given me. A role that I have loved having every second so far. What you boys might never know is you also made me stay. Your parents fought hard to bring you here. They chose to love each...
I’ve lost the will to live. Not the will to be alive. I keep breathing in and out and I keep being alive but I’m not living. Not like I used to. I used to try to make the most of days and work trips. I wanted to enjoy every moment as much as I...
Once, twice, three times ghosted! Excellent. Granted, two of them then a few weeks later came back to apologise for ghosting me and of course included the “it’s not you, it’s me” line in one way or another. One of the guys is sadly Pete* from my last date. My first toe back in the...