DISCLAIMER – Mum, read this if you dare but please don’t let Dad… This is not a generalisation as I am very aware that not all guys are like this and, in fact, the majority of them are lovely. Since this little lapse in judgement I have (thank heavens) met some very lovely guys on my dating endeavours! This is just a rant that I felt like sharing beyond my gals group chat for no reason in particular.
As a 23 (24 in less than 4 weeks people) year old, relatively normal gal, living in London, it’s a given that I have either Tinder or Bumble downloaded… and it is even more inevitable that I have an array of hilariously laughable date stories I can’t not share with you all. Ok… some of them actually aren’t that funny; some of them are just plain mean but unfortunately, as I have very very VERY slowly learnt (much to the misery of my friends who have probably given me the same advice after each dating story ends in a similar fashion) that’s life… but one guy will surprise me! When it comes to dating in London you just have to take it on the chin and realise that it really isn’t something to take personally. But if you do take it personally, which trust me I do each and every time, before I swiftly check myself and repeat the mantra that I’m a bloody delight and any man would be lucky to have me… please know that you’re not alone AT ALL. We’ve all been fucked over, we’ve all fucked over someone and I think it is about time we all start being a lot nicer to our fellow humans.
So, as the story concluded in the form of the ‘final message’ a while ago, and I was texting my bestie like ‘I really want to write a blog about this’ and she almost instantly replied (unlike nearly all the boys I’ve text) ‘DO ITTTT!! And say about my guy too!!’ Yep… the same thing happened to her. Now, I have enough confidence and pride in my appearance to say that I know what I, and my friend, are worth… and it is a HELLA lot more than what these boys could offer us, hence why I know I can write this post without feeling ashamed/embarrassed/scared. We are all worth, gals and guys, so much, but we end up putting ourselves down and lowering our own expectations because we think what we’ve had previously from relationships is all we’re ever GOING to get. And it is about time I remind myself (and hopefully in the process remind anyone reading this) that it really isn’t – the grass believe it or not is greener (still waiting to hop over my allocated metaphorical fence and land on said grass) and there are men and women out there who won’t treat you like a piece of poop. I promise!
Picture this – I have matched with Mr Shitty Fitty (his name henceforth) on a dating app (if Bumble is your app of choice girls be prepared to come up with something original and witty because this app has given guys the power to just completely ignore any “Hey, how are yous” that they get)… and convo is flowinggggg, it’s going really well and we agree to switch numbers so that the convo continues on Whatsapp (also the devil). The chat gets flirtier and flirtier (all fun and games) and it was pretty clear we were going to get on in real life. So we met for a coffee, had a lovely chitchat, both recognised how sexually attracted we both were to each other and went our separate ways as he had an evening shift. He was a complete gentleman on the surface and, as the flirty chats continued after the first date, it became increasingly clear that sex was on the cards, which again, I was fine with. I wanted to. I haven’t really toyed with the idea of ‘friends with benefits’ properly before as I’ve watched too many silly romcoms that proves that theory perfectly, but I told myself that if I went into it knowing it was just going to be a sex thing, then having a bit of fun for a few weeks with a fit guy who I got on well with would be just that… fun!! So that is what I told myself, just sex, just fun.
So… a second date was arranged.
… and part two will grace your screens tomorrow evening. It was too long to publish as one post! So if you care enough to find out what happens (and you can probably tell by the title of this post) then come back tomorrow (: