As I start to pack my suitcases once again, I realise that this is the first time I have felt any doubt about whether or not leaving (and effectively, starting again) is the right option for me.
As a single girl, often I meet men I like but for one reason or another, the relationship just doesn’t seem to progress. Not that it stops, exactly; rather that it just doesn’t move forward. So suddenly I realise that Man X has been around for well over a year and a half, and yet I’m still totally single. Read the rest of this entry
With reference to my last post on being Girlfriend Material, I kind of want to know whether people do believe the no-sex game works. Like I said, I’ve tried the three, five and even seven date rule and am pretty sure it doesn’t – but maybe I just tried it with men who were broken anyway?
What do you think? Can you have sex on the first date and still make a relationship work?
Last Friday, having made plans with D for that evening, I received a rather rude midday text. That’s not rude in a good way; rude in a bad manners way.
It was of course from D, not only cancelling our plans for that evening, but informing me he was on the train out of London as he had decided he ‘wanted a girlfriend’. I’m not even going to get started on the many, many issues with that (he didn’t have to cancel our plans, he should have told me that evening, the brashness, suddenness and finality of it was incredibly disrespectful….etc. Ultimately, he was a coward).
My first thought was that I was leaving in a few months and he knew that; so if he wanted a girlfriend, it wasn’t going to be me. Read the rest of this entry
I’m going to tell you about D. Partly because I’m not ready to write about A, and partly because of his bizarre behaviour today.
I met D on Tinder about a year ago. His conversation was rather sparkling for a while, and the rapport was far more constant than it is with the average tinder match. We didn’t arrange to go out for some time after matching (unusual for me – I tend to arrange dates sooner rather than later because I hate the concept of getting to know each other virtually). Our first date was at a speakeasy in Soho where we strangely drank curry and bread flavoured cocktails. He didn’t look much like his photos, but that didn’t matter – it was obviously him. And he was nice.
(Well… he was until we ended up at a second bar where he committed the terrible, terrible crime of trying to show off by making a (very attractive) absolute fool who was loitering around look silly, and ended up looking far worse himself. Thinking about it, the first date wasn’t great.) Read the rest of this entry