My Dating History
One Year of Dating Without Dating Apps
I don’t know if you can recall, but back at the beginning of 2025, freshly out of my situationship, I decided to set myself a challenge: dating without dating apps or sites for one whole year. We are now at the end of that year, and it’s time for me to present you with...
My First 48 Hours on Hinge
For absolutely no reason whatsoever I decided to document my first 48 hours on Hinge. I’d seen other people talking about their awful experiences on the dating app, so I figured that my first ever time on there would probably be a “fun” experience.Spoiler: Fun is a fuckin’ strong word. 48 Hours on Hinge Let’s kick things off with a little background. To start with,…
Rimmer
So, a man sent me a message. Let’s call him Rimmer, for reasons that will soon become apparent. I’d had an inappropriate little crush on Rimmer for a while, so I did that thing that women do when they’re trying to flirt on the socials: throwing a few likes and comments in his direction. Hi, I’ve liked your content, slide into my DMs now.
It’s a Bad Idea, Right?
“Hey, you. Fancy coming for a smoke at mine tomorrow night?” But did I really want to go on a date with that fella, then avoid him for the rest of eternity when it all inevitably fell to shit? It’s a bad idea, right...?
Five AM
One night, not that long ago, I had the pleasure of receiving a message from a man. Quite a cute man. One that I’d never considered as a potential person-of-interest before, but let’s just say that the message wasn’t entirely unwanted. We chit-chatted for a while, about silly things, serious things, and things of no importance whatsoever – and before either of us realised it…
Garlic Bread
My DMs (/phone/life) seem to be filled with men who already have a partner, chasing me down like I’m the rabbit in a greyhound race. Literally. Do I give off cheating POS vibes? How do I stop that? Because I. don’t. like. it. I am not garlic bread; I am lasagne.
This is My Confession
I'm not going to beat around the bush here, because there's not really much point. I did what I did, as did he; so instead, I'm going to come straight out with it. This is my confession, after all. Long story short...
