Glass Half Empty

First things first, I have a lot of feelings and admit that I feel things quite deeply. I’m Cancerian so I partially blame that, but star sign shit aside (you have no idea how hard it is for me disregard astrology so nonchalantly like that...) not even 6 months ago, I was in a weird place. I cried during coffee catch ups, couldn’t wake up in the mornings no matter how early I went to sleep...

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Why I Love Hinge: The Relationship App

Big news -  I have deleted Tinder and Bumble! Okay, I admit, the news isn’t that big because, yes, I have come off those dating apps many-a-despairing time before, but this time I have  p  r  o  p  e  r  l  y  deleted my accounts (as opposed to just hiding my profile like the ever hopeful romantic idiot I am). Before you get too excited; no,...

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Boy Free Year x Bristol

This weekend I fell in love with Bristol. Truly, madly, deeply fell in love. Screw the fellas; set me up in front of a cosy pub fire, with a steady flow of craft beer and a view of Bristol Harbourside and I'll have all I need. As a little weekend treat, I escaped to Bristol for a little mini-break with two of my besties (because who doesn't deserve a little treat like that) and we had the most...

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The Types of People You Will Meet on Tinder

When you’ve been on the Tinder, Bumble, PoF [insert any and every online dating app here] hype as long as I have – almost 2 years FYI, let’s just let the sink in – it all becomes very familiar. Now there is nothing wrong with familiarity, in fact in this instance it’s actually helped me on my dating journey (when I say journey, I almost definitely mean rollercoaster. Journey makes it...

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The Message Graveyard

So, I’m just going to come out and say it; with dating, a lot of things are left unsaid (soz, couldn’t help myself there), especially in the very early days. Or more specifically in the crucial days that follow that first date, first kiss or first hook up. Based on my dating history anyway, there are many things I haven’t said to those I’ve dated (positives, negatives, worries) and judging...

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Let's Talk About Sex

I was 18 when I started dating my ex-boyfriend. Still a teenager and still a virgin. I'd never seriously thought about when I might actually "do it" because I just wasn't there mentally (some perspective: I was still blowing goodnight kisses to the Green Day posters on my bedroom walls). Sex wasn't something I talked about with my friends. Only one person in my close friendship group was sexually...

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Ghosted or Lied To?

It’s a question that’s been asked since time began - well, since Tinder and online dating began, but let’s be honest, who actually remembers a time before then? If things are going to end with the person you’re dating, is it better to be ghosted or be lied to when the time comes? I've been ghosted so many times, I could open a haunted house attraction of ex-dates and lovers. Lied to? That’s...

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In Defence of Paying for Tinder Gold

If I had a pound for every time someone laughs at me when I tell them I pay for Tinder, I would be easily affording my bi-weekly manicure addiction, with change left over. Honestly, as soon as I mention that I pay a monthly subscription in a bid to find love (obvs being dramatic here), I get branded a saddo or desperate, which couldn't be further from the truth. PLEASE, STOP PAYING FOR DATING...

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My Unhealthy Relationship with Makeup

For as long as I can remember, I've always loved makeup. When I was little I used to riffle through my mum's lipstick collection and be amazed by the bright colours, waxy smell and creamy texture of the numerous shades she had collected over the years. I don't remember my mum ever telling me I couldn't wear makeup, although I'm sure she did when I was very little, but since I was about 12, I've...

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Saying Goodbye for the Last Time

I once read a quote on the internet that has stuck with me ever since. I will be the first to admit that I am really sentimental, but there was something so profound about this quote that it resonated with me on such a deep level. It read something like: "At some point, your parents picked you up, put you back down and never picked you up again". Every now and then this idea of things happening...

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Welcome to Boy Free Year

Welcome to Boy Free Year... I have been sitting on this blog idea for months. Literally months. I've vaguely mentioned it to close friends but not said a peep to the majority of people I know and I guess that's because, to some, the mere name of the blog will sound awfully dull. For others, it will sound like peace on earth, and while I flit between the two viewpoints fairly often, it's...

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