I don’t know why, but the quality on the apps at the moment is really poor. The quality on Tinder is usually a bit better than online dating due to lower barriers to entry, and I’ve met a couple of decent people off it this year, but since I started my new job and got back on it, it’s just been dreadful. I find myself swiping left to almost everyone. And those I do talk to end up fizzling off after a few messages.
But all of a sudden, this French guy who’d disappeared for a few days popped up asking to meet up for a drink. I’m not usually into Europeans, but looks-wise he was definitely my type, so I went into the date with a positive outlook.
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So in a few of my more “advice” type posts, I’ve skated across the idea that you shouldn’t pursue people in relationships. These things are easier said than done however, so to show you why, I thought I’d share a story from my own dating life.
The story started on my 22nd birthday. I was on my gap year, volunteer teaching in Tanzania, and to celebrate myself and the other volunteers were going to an expat bar then to a nightclub in town. Unfortunately, my birthday happened to fall in the month where previous volunteers had gone home, and new volunteers were yet to arrive, so I was celebrating with two girls who don’t drink. Halfway through our uneventful time at the bar, they informed me that they didn’t want to go to a nightclub, so we were just going to stay here for a bit then go home.
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As a teenager, myself and others would go drinking every Friday night. We’d illegally obtain alcopops or cheap cider, head to a field or empty car park, and drink. We called ourselves the Friday Night Crew- or FNC for short.
One warm evening in May, I was particularly excited about the upcoming Friday night out. At a party the previous weekend, Tony- who I’d always found really attractive- had told me he’d very much like to kiss me, and I’d obliged. This was the first time I was going to see him since. It was unlikely that anything would happen. I mean, for one thing, Tony had a girlfriend. And yet…
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Since the release of Little Mix’s latest banger Shoutout To My Ex, there have been a slew of blog posts celebrating good riddance to a douchebag ex-boyfriend. Despite certain aspects of the song being problematic (funny how people suddenly realise upon breaking up that their ex-partner was terrible in bed), the song is an absolute tune with a fantastic message, so I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon.
I was a classic late bloomer. Throughout my teens, I was either invisible to men, or they’d get with me, but nothing ever came of it. Then, in my second year of university, I met Jack.
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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.
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