Let me share some intimate truths. Pregnancy and child birth left me with piles. I fart more often. After a three course meal, I look like I am three months pregnant again because my stomach muscles aren’t what they were before I carried a baby. I am pleased to say that my pelvic floor is still in very good shape. I can happily bounce around on a trampoline and keep all of my urine in my body. That’s an achievement. …
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When I ditched the dating apps at the beginning of the year, I told myself that I would have three months off and then I would re-open some of my accounts, potentially explore some different apps and start swiping again. Oh, the delights of dating like a millennial! Now that these three months are up, I am just not sure I can be bothered. Online dating apps are so bloody boring, conversations can be so tedious, meeting these guys…
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When I deleted all of my dating apps on 2nd January this year, it wasn’t a bad date that made me do it. Nor was it the dick pics (don’t panic, clicking on that link won’t show you a dick pic), or the fact that I had been ghosted…again. It was the sheer overwhelming mundanity of it all. I was spending hours swiping left on Tinder and Bumble. I would end up going to bed really late having just wasted an…
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Dating has changed since I landed on the dating scene a couple of decades ago (eek). I am now learning how to date like a millennial. In my late teens I was wide eyed, excited and optimistic. Gaggles of girls met packs of boys at discos, birthday parties, in pubs whilst pretending we were old enough to drink (I had some very dubious looking fake I.D.) The university dating scene wasn’t that much different. We met in pubs, at…
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Two thoughts enter my head every time I see my ex which, unfortunately, because we are in a ‘co-parenting relationship’ is at least twice a week. These are: Thank God I am not married to this man. In 6 years that we were together, yes, you read that correctly, we were together for 6 years, how on earth did I not see what an a******e he really is? Now that I am back on the dating scene again I am…
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I have a love / hate relationship with dating apps. In fact I have a love / hate relationship with dating. I love the idea of dating: the anticipation; the optimism I feel that I might actually meet someone interesting; the potential for a couple of months of excitement and butterflies that you get in the early stages of a relationship. I hate the fact that dating is so often disappointing. I hate the moment when you see…
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“ Surely you want to grow old with someone ” he said. “I do” I replied, “but I have a whole lifetime ahead of me to grow old.” I had another disastrous date the other night. Well perhaps it wasn’t disastrous and perhaps it wasn’t even a date. I met a guy for a drink. We met at 10:30pm at Waterloo. We walked along London’s Southbank. We stopped at a bar. He had a diet coke. I had a glass…
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It was not my proudest moment, although I very much doubt it was my worst. A couple of months ago I made the decision to stop seeing a guy I’d met on Tinder because of posts that he had made on Facebook about Brexit. He had voted ‘Leave’ and those of you who have read my posts about Brexit (and this one) will know that I was struggling to come to terms with our Brexit decision. My curiosity killed my…
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I have realised that being a single mom has made me a commitment phobe. I use various dating apps. I have profiles on tinder and bumble. I’ve avoided happn because happn maps exactly where you and a prospective date have crossed paths and how often. I find that a bit scary. I think happn must be a great app for stalkers. I am a single mom with a two year old child. I don’t want a stalker. I have been…
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I was sorting through my books the other day. I confess to being one of those terrible people who has a collection of high brow books on display in my living room. I buy them because the covers look nice, the topic is intellectual or the author is well regarded. Sometimes, I even read them, but more often, I am ashamed to say, I do not. Whilst sorting through my books I discovered the book ‘What do Women Want? :…
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