Date with No Chemistry Dating 

A Date with No Chemistry

My date with no chemistry started when a ‘friend’ (male) sent me a message on FB, a few weeks ago, telling me that he was quitting the platform. It took me a minute to figure out who he was; we hadn’t seen each other for close to two decades, after all. Zooming in on the profile pic, I finally remembered. He was a lad from the year above me, and we’d half-dated in high school (AKA made out on the field at lunchtimes a handful of times.) He’d gotten cuter…

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Date with Ms London Dating 

A Date with Ms London

Following on from the disaster that was the Sambuca saga, I decided to do a couple of things. Firstly, I wanted to wait a while before I went on a date with someone. Secondly, I figured I should probably think about some of the things Sambuca had said to me – but only because a friend (or two) agreed that he might’ve had a point (or two.) “You do tend to flutter off and forget about people,” one said. Let’s call him James. “And you did say no to Sambuca…

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Sambuca The Ugly Sambuca 

Sambuca: The Ugly

I’m a nightmare for keeping in contact sometimes. I’ll put my phone down somewhere, get distracted by something, and the next thing I know, five hours have passed, and I’ve got a whole bunch of missed notifications. It’s just the way I am, and it was a very regular bone of contention between Sambuca and I. Folks, I think it’s time for me to talk about The Ugly.

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Sambuca The Social Situation Sambuca 

Sambuca: The Social Situation(s)

You know, I’ve moaned a lot, but there were good parts in my relationship with Sambuca. Yeah, we’ve got more shittiness in Sambuca: The Social Situation(s,) like, jealousy, anger, more breakups and makeups, his perfect woman and conversation-wife, and an absolute fucking truckload of hypocrisy. But I promise you, there were good parts, too. They’re just overshadowed by the bad at this point. 

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Sambuca The Bad Sambuca 

Sambuca: The Bad

The man was practically perfect in every way… until he wasn’t. Then, we came to The Bad. Sigh. It’s a tale as old as time, isn’t it? I put these men up on pedestals, setting expectations far too high (for them, not me,) only to have all of my hopes dashed. This chapter of the Sambuca story contains more ups and downs than the Big One at Blackpool Pleasure Beach, so I hope you’re buckled in tight!

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