It was the usual chaotic morning. The alarm rudely shrieked its annoying ringtone, waking Cat at 7am. She considered throwing the blasted thing out of the nearest bloody window; surely there was a better way to start the day than having to get out of bed. Still not quite used to the new features of... Continue Reading →
After ten minutes of scrolling painfully through disappointing profiles, Cat was losing the will to live. There were so many great looking guys with half-arsed bios. Repeatedly, she came across statements like “will fill in later”, “don’t know what to say” and “does anyone actually bother reading this bit?” Well, actually yes they do. And... Continue Reading →
Notes from me..., ever felt like your phone or computer is watching you? Cat certainly does and ponders the mystery of algorithms! As none of men she’d messaged were currently online, and Cat was still refusing to work, her attention switched to a little Amazon Prime time. Feeling proud of herself for having made a... Continue Reading →
Such a hopefully and inspiring post about love!
At the time of writing, the pheromones from Valentine’s day are still wafting through the air in workplaces and homes across the country. Cards are still on display, chocolates haven’t all been scoffed and roses are looking alive and beautiful before they inevitably fade and rot and leave you with the realisation that you spent £30 on something which lasted a week.
Romance has been in the air. It’s tough being single to think about romance, and how you’ll ever find it within yourself to ever be romantic again. Finding not only someone who will appreciate it, but the strength and desire to be romantic yourself with someone new is all a bit much to consider.
I was thinking about this during a twitter chat organised by the ace Shh!, where one of the questions was around memorable Valentine’s Days. A few tales were told about roses and surprises…
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If you like part 1, just wait for the fallout in part 2 .... seariously hot writing
Incredible relatable post about the Groundhog Day of Online Dating….
Groundhog Day is one of the greatest movies of all time. If you don’t accept that then I’m not sure we can be friends. It tells the tale of a guy who is forced to relive the same day over and over and over again, trapped with the same people in the same town doing the same things until, after eight years, eight months and 16 days he eventually breaks the cycle.
It is Bill Murray’s character Phil that I feel like when I swipe on dating apps these days. With a couple of slight variations (which sometimes result in accidental likes when I mean to look at a different picture rather than actually like them), online dating apps involve the same things; look at a face, swipe. Look at a face, swipe. Look at a face, skip through another few pictures, swipe. Over and over and over again.
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Recently I was lucky enough to go to New Orleans for work. We headed out there early, spent a few days doing tourist and culture stuff (ie drinking heavily) before doing a little work (and more drinking). Meant that I didn’t see my kids for a little longer than normal, and so when I returned I expected lots of cuddles and excited questions about what I’d done and the gifts I’d bought them. My eight-year-old’s first question?
“Have you found a girlfriend yet?”
She in particular, and them all in general, take a real interest in my love life. Not that they know anything about it, of course, but they do know that I go out on dates and that I’m working on finding someone to be with.
It’s easy to get caught up in dating from a personal perspective; after all, I’m the one dating and being dated. Finding…
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Epilogue – The Problem With Selfies She was already in her PJ’s, hair scraped back in an untidy mess… Fuck! His photo was so naturally gorgeous. How was she ever going to compare or compete? There he was, so casually positioned on his couch, phone raised at the perfect angle to display his slender jawline,... Continue Reading →