Pulling the Plug: A Salsa Snafu

On the back of all those films about people taking up a dance class and discovering that they: Had a heretofore unknown talent for the mooooves Met the hot, flexible, sartorially-blessed person of their dreams and Danced their way through all the problems in their life I, alongside two friends (who’d never had the pleasure …

Of Peaks & Polyamory

So, after a bit of a break from the trials and tribulations of online dating, I decided to bite the bullet, get back on the horse, and use as many metaphors as humanly possible whilst doing so. I won’t lie, it’s been worth it for no other reason than I’ve managed, in a shockingly short …

Never Will I Ever…

I went to my first properly traditional hen party recently. It was old-school and chock full of inflatable penis’ (peni?), karaoke, dares, dodgy dancing and drink. The bride wore a Pound Land veil, the hens were bedecked in sashes and the prosecco was helpfully decanted through an apparently endless array of penis straws. It was …

Much Ado About Nuptials

Happy New Year everybody! This time last year, I was knee deep in a blog about how great I am at not keeping New Year resolutions and, I won’t lie, that situation hasn’t remotely altered. I tried, I really did. Well, kind of. On New Year’s Eve I decided on three resolutions, meant to write …

Lodges and Laws

I logged onto Facebook this morning to find a memory dated from Halloween last year. Me and some pals went to the Highlands for the weekend. We booked a lodge for the night and made our way up there for some wine, board games, ‘Scream’ on DVD and a bit more wine (you know…for luck). …

Kind of a Bad Idea…

  Ok. So. I know I said in my last blog that I was abandoning the dating world and buying a cat but I’m going to level with you – I really didn’t think that decision the whole way through. And not just because it isn’t massively fair to judge absolutely everyone on the odd …

Just call me Jones…Bridget Jones

  Soooooo it recently came to my attention that some of my friends think I remind them of that grand dame of singledom: Bridget Jones. Now, I’m not going to lie to you; when my friends (plural, no less!) begin a sentence with ‘Do you know who you really remind me of…?’, my ideal answer has …

If in doubt, ask…

So, as I may have mentioned once or twice before, online dating is kind of awful. And by ‘kind of’, I mean it is a hellscape nightmare-inducing shitshow where dreams go to die. There is something so toe-curlingly awkward about walking into a bar/restaurant/clown-orgy not really knowing what the person you’re meeting will look like …

Holding your (middle) ground

So probably my favourite part of online dating is reading all the profiles. I do a lot of proof reading in my work life and I’m super nosy, so this kind of thing makes my happy clock tick. I get to peak under the lid of other people’s lives while mentally rewriting all the badly …

Guidelines To Live By

So I had a birthday this weekend. 31 years ago, I shuffled onto this mortal coil (albeit three months early. It was to be the last time in my life (to date at least) that I would ever be early for anything - I tried it and apparently didn’t enjoy the process.)  Fast forward to …