What the feck is internet dating all about i found myself asking a little over a year ago? The entire concept was a thing that often came up with my mum chums over a few too many glasses of wine and struck a curious fear in to our overly stressed out little souls. So when I found myself in singledom, the prospect of using a dating app was nothing short of bloody terrifying. But apparently everyone says that’s the only way to meet people these days…. well if “Everyone” is unlucky enough to find himself within reaching distance of my boot, he’s likely to end up with a short sharp kick in the knackers. these days…. well if “Everyone” is unlucky enough to find himself within reaching distance of my boot, he’s likely to end up with a short sharp kick in the knackers.
If you have been in a relationship for the past four years, you may have missed the way dating apps have dramatically changed the dating scene. It’s a frantic fast paced environment filled with a multitude of choice…. in fact way too much choice. It’s like when you really fancy some chocolate, if you open up your cupboard and find a plain old Diary Milk you’d be happy, but if when the craving hit you were in the local newsagent not only do they have Dairy Milk but Diary Milk with nuts… and fruit … and then you notice shelf full of things with cream and bloody caramel and you quite like caramel… but out the corner of your eye you spot this new range of stuff you’ve never tried before and it kinda looks reeeeaaally tasty…. and FFS its even offering 2 for 1… So now you’re tempted to get a giant sized, double cream, caramel fruit and nut thingy with exotic toffee and not just one but two, and possibly the Dairy Milk for good measure, knowing full well that if you attempt to eat it all you’ll be chucking up in the nearest loo and heaven forbid, it might bring you out in spots. Even though you know you brought the entire episode on yourself you cant help but think “it just looked like such a good deal at the time” …. you get the idea.
One bad mums night over vino they find out I’ve braved the apps and the conversation instantly changed to a frantic frenzy of curious questions. That night was a hilarious jabber about dating, relationships and sex. Its also where the idea for my tale began, I realised how utterly curious people are about the new dating world and it was something I desperately wanted to shed a little light on. I tried blogging about my observation of dating in your 40’s but its just felt like hard work, I love reading the honesty of the Kiss and Tell bloggers but it simply isn’t something I’m brave enough to do (mostly because I’m scared of finding myself friendless or possibly getting arrested). So the story of Cat evolved.
Anyone that knows me will instantly recognise the parallels between the protagonist and myself, she is a voluptuous mum in her 40’s with two crazy kids, but that is where the similarities end. So if you are on my PTA please know this is a completely fabricated piece of fiction, designed solely to explore the many question asked by my chums. Therefore please don’t kick me off the next bake sale. There is however an essence of truth to some of lely to explore the many question asked by my chums. Therefore please don’t kick me off the next bake sale. There is however an essence of truth to some of the observation and conversation had between the characters, as frequently the idea for a chapter originated from a question or perspective gossiped about with my friends that I later wished to explore.
Finally, I think it only fair to inform you, if you wish to read the adventures of Cat please come armed with a sense of humour, the language is foul, the conversation obscene and you may find yourself blushing at the naughty bits…. Don’t say I didn’t bloody warn you!!! I didn’t bloody warn you!!!
The first chapter will be shared when I eventually hit my 5000 followers on Twitter, that was the deal I made with the universe and hopefully followed with weekly updates. I cant wait for your feedback, unless its shitty and drolling on about my grammatical errors, I am dyslexic so give me a break. As far as I’m concerned you should write because you have something to say, a story to tell or simply because you love it not because you’re an expert with punctuation! I’m concerned you should write because you have something to say, a story to tell or simply because you love it not because you’re an expert with punctuation!