I have a love-hate relationship with my birthday. I love celebrating it and receiving presents. However, I always dread being another year older, as I start panicking about all the things I should have done by that age but haven’t i.e. finding a man.
Anyway, around this time last year, I was starting to panic. The following year, I was set to hit the big Quarter of a Century milestone. My tough gym routine and fundraising activities preparing for my sponsored climb of Mount Kilimanjaro meant that I’d been on about 2 dates in the first half of 2015, but as the year was drawing to a close, I was starting to panic about not having found a husband yet.
Continue reading “The Guy Who Tried To Bill Me For His Taxi Home”
Almost every dating blogger has done a post on confidence at some point. Most posts of these tend to focus on body image. This post however, is going to go down a slightly different route.
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I came across an article on my Facebook feed recently titled “16 Things Every Girl Must Do Before She Settles Down”. Immediately my heart sank. Articles like this are a pet hate of mine, because instead of giving actual useful advice for things that you should be doing before considering marriage (e.g. discussing important issues like where you want to live and how many children you want to have), they’re generally a lovely mish-mash of marriage demonization, and shaming of conservative women.
Instead of being a union of two people who are in love and want to spend the rest of their lives together, marriage is portrayed as some kind of impending doom, so you need to do as much crazy partying and casual sex (regardless of your personal preferences) now to make up for it.
Continue reading “16 Things Every Girl DOESN’T Have To Do Before She Settles Down”
I’m Alice, a London-dwelling twenty-something who may quite possibly have the worst luck in relationships out of any human being alive. So I decided to write a blog about it.
In school, I was the class freak. Super-clever, super-shy, frizzy hair, braces, and a foot taller than everyone else, I was completely invisible to the male population, unless they were taking the piss.
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