A double bill? Did I go on two dates in one day again? God no, been there done that, plus that was much too tiring. No, I am doing a post with two dates for the price of one blog post because, quite frankly, I didn’t have a lot to say about them. Is this cheating? Hell no, because I make the rules, baby! Plus this felt like a much better use of time than providing you with two tiny posts.Continue Reading
Livin’ on a prayer, lemon and a pear, kitten on a stair, etc. etc. Already we’re 50% through this series. Where has the time gone, eh?
I’ll be honest with you guys – this date was kind of a non-event. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t anything to write home about; and certainly not for 1,000 words, the average word count for these posts.
So, this is what we’re gonna do. I’ll give you a brief rundown of how the date went down, and then I’ll spend the rest of the post reflecting on the first half of this experiment, and what I’ve learnt so far.
It’s the age old dilemma – you sleep with someone after the first date and then you don’t hear from them again. A problem that I’m not exactly unfamiliar with, but hadn’t encountered in a while. And let me tell you, it doesn’t feel great the first, second or any other subsequent times.
Does anyone remember this onimus tweet I posted a while back? Well, hold onto your butts and let’s rewind, shall we.Continue reading
J greeted me with a simple, “hey, pretty lady,” which was always going to grab my attention, because I am a pretty lady who loves a compliment. I matched with her around the time I received news about landing my new job, so I was pretty excited about it and telling everyone who would listen. We discussed that for a while and made other polite chit-chat before I asked her out for a drink. Because if I’ve learnt anything so far during this experiment, you have to make things happen as soon as possible, otherise you get stuck in a forever limbo of chatting to a stranger that you don’t even know is worth your time.Continue reading
I matched with H after he liked one of my pictures that was essentially a family portrait I took of myself and the cats when we first got them as tiny kittens. I looked through his profile where he had a picture of himself with daisies laced through his beard and I commented back: “Daisy beard is a strong look!”
He replied that my ‘smile game’ was strong, which is the first compliment of it’s kind that I had ever heard. I noticed early on that his way of messaging was… irritating. Lots of short messages one after another, and too many ellipses where they weren’t necessary. But, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and gave him my number when he asked for it.
I could tell from his profile that he was a comedian – one of his profile pictures was, after all, of him against a brick wall with a microphone in hand. If that wasn’t telling enough, there was another photo where he was wearing a sign that said ‘don’t feed the comedian’. I asked him about it.
“Only at nighttime,” he said, “during the day I’m in meetings that take up most of my Tuesday.”Continue reading