My Dating History
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…
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…
Single (Here We Go Again)
It’s been a while since I’ve been single. More than a decade, in fact. I’d like to say that it’s strange being single, living alone, and having no one around to answer to or argue with… but it hasn’t been strange at all. Quite the opposite...
Sambuca: The Final Straw
I’ll be honest with you, I have absolutely no clue how to start this. I’ve been avoiding finishing it for ages, but you’ve probably noticed that. A lot of different things led to The Final Straw with Sambuca, and I’m still not quite sure what the fuck actually happened. Maybe you can figure it out?
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…