My Dating History
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,…
Hey, How Are You?
I think about texting him sometimes. Just sometimes. Hey, how are you? I still think about you a lot. Too much, probably. I’m not over you. How’s tricks? I type out the words, then delete them, then type out some new ones before deleting those too. Always in the Notes app, of course...
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...
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…