10 things that go through my mind before a first date:

10 things that go through my mind before a first date: What if I don’t fancy him? What if he doesn’t turn up? What if he’s rude / arrogant / mute [delete as appropriate]? What if he turns up late and I’m already 2 glasses down? What if I really like him and he doesn’t…

A letter to my ex.

Dear You, The summer was confusing.  I missed you and you confessed you still loved me. We nearly met up to see if we could rekindle things.  We didn’t meet – thank God.  Being friends wasn’t going to happen, was it?  At least not yet.  Any anyway, I was seeing someone (admittedly I wasn’t as invested…

Promises

Looking back at older posts, I’m reminded of the promises I made to my future partner (see: I promise). So far I’ve held true to them; I don’t wear scarves to pubs, nor trackies to bars (or ever for that matter), nor do I wear Doc Martins to house parties (probably because I don’t own any)….

‘Oh fuck this is exciting. I mean. Cool, whatever.’

He was so nice; a far cry from the usual arseholes I seem to attract. And the problem with having a deep-rooted belief that all men are bellends is that when Mr Good Guy comes along, somewhere in my amygdala amongst the serotonin and dopamine, Mr Good Guy gets confused with Mr Perfect; aka Prince…

Online vs. In-person.

Getting into bed drunk last Saturday night, I found myself wishing I had Tinder again so I could discuss inane topics with total strangers. But just as quickly as the thought came on, I banished it, thinking how ridiculous this was – there is no way an online conversation replaces actual face-to-face conversation, and it…

I promise

To my future partner: I promise to never be one of those girls who wears a scarf to the pub. I promise to never be one of those girls who wears trackies to the bar. I promise to never be one of those girls who wears Doc Martins to a house party.   I promise…

Keeping Busy

It’s great being busy; there’s no time to worry about being single forever and ever. At uni we had 4 hours of lectures a week; that’s a lot of time to waste on Tinder, wandering round town, staring at all the attractive guys and sinking into a deep depression that you will never find love….