So you match with this guy on Tinder. His chat is pretty decent, so you meet up for a drink. Instant connection. You go home with butterflies in your stomach. You fall into a pattern of seeing each other once of twice a week. It’s all going well. It’s like you’re going out, but neither of you has brought up “what you are” yet. After 2 months, you raise the question. He says he’s not really sure yet, and needs more time to decide. So you give him time. After 3 months, you raise the question again. He says he’s still not sure. You start to feel a little irked. I mean, it’s been 3 months. You’re sure. So why isn’t he? You wonder whether you should just sit out. Maybe 3 months is too soon. Maybe after 4, he’ll realize how great you are and make it official. Or maybe you should just enjoy it for what it is. You enjoy his company, it’s better than nothing, so maybe you should just carry on and try and ignore the niggling sense of dissatisfaction at the back of your mind?
No. Cut him off.
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So this video on Bet by actor Tyrese Gibson has been making the rounds recently.
For those of you who don’t have audio or can’t be bothered to watch the video, basically he offers some rather sketchy dating “advice” to women:
“I’m gonna tell you all right now, and this might be harsh — sluts, skeezers, hoes, tramps and overly aggressive promiscuous women, they are never without a man because they don’t have no standards. They ready to have sex with any and everything that want to have sex with them. But when you are single, and you actually love yourself, you know your value and your self worth, you hold out until God sends you what’s yours.”
He continued, “So sometimes they be talking mess to women that are single but I have a respect for them because if you’re single and you might say, ‘I’ve been single for a couple years,’ whatever the case may be, you actually holding out because you have your value. You have women that are active out in these streets, they going to lunches and dinners every night. Private planes, mega yachts, it’s cracking. They’re never without. However, it comes with a cost, you gonna put a lot of miles on yourself down there, come on.”
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What’s in a number? Well if we’re talking about the number or pairs of shoes you own, the number of apps you have on your phone, or the number of charitable causes you’ve aided, not much.
However, when it comes to the number of people you’ve slept with, that number seems to matter. A lot.
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Dating. When it works out, it’s the best feeling in the world. The journey there however, does not run as smooth. We put ourselves through a never-ending stream of Tinder flakes and bad first dates, in the hope of eventually meeting The One. We long for the day we get married, not because we’re even that keen on a big wedding, but because it means we get to DELETE ALL THE DATING APPS FROM OUR PHONES.
Although (hopefully) it’ll all be worth it in the end, in order to vent my frustration and hopefully offer some entertainment along the way, I’ve put together a list of the top 5 things I hate about dating.
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Confidence exists on a spectrum. On one end, insecure. On the other, confident. I’d say I lean towards the confident side. In a conversation about solo travel, my friend once remarked that I’m one of the most fearless people she knows. And she’d be right. I went through my insecure phase in my teens, travelled alone in my early twenties, dealt with a lot of hardship along with way, and those things combined made me blossom out of my cocoon into the glorious self-assured mid-twenties woman I am today. I’m not walking around with my nose in the air, but I know my own worth. I’m what you call quietly confident.
However, that confidence quickly begins to evaporate when it comes to men.
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I was talking to one of my friends about dating at a gathering last weekend.
“Why do you think I’m single?”, I asked.
“Well, you’re looking for something that’s counter-cultural”, he said. “You’re kind of… dating in the wrong era.”
And all of a sudden- BAM- everything fell into place.
In life, sometimes I feel like I’m trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. Particularly when dating.
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Met this guy on Plenty of Fish. Went for a drink in a bar. Went well enough. Not 100% sure on the spark, but he was 6’4″, pretty masculine, we got on well enough, and he seemed like a nice, relationship-minded guy. So a second date was arranged.
I asked him where he wanted to go.
“Your room but failing that, how about Purl in Marylebone?”
Wait… what?!? My room?!
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