Not Equipped for Modern Romance…

Before we go celebrating that I finally wrote another post, I would just like to say I’m sorry for taking the longest hiatus known to man. As you know, life gets in the way and while I would love to tell you all about it, that will be saved for another time. Now…

London, is a city that has over 8 million people bustling around, day in and day out. All rushing to get somewhere, some showing signs of life behind their eyes, while most trot along with a stoic expression plastered on their face. At times you do feel like an invisible entity floating around an obstacle course designed to break you down. We work, eat, sleep and try to make plans with people months in advance. I’m convinced, people started doing that simply because they had something to look forward to. You know, to get them through the daily grind. But somewhere between becoming too attached to our phones and disconnecting from society we stopped looking at people. Like, really seeing them. We stopped interacting. And even though this city has millions of people gliding past you, it has become even more apparent of how lonely a place it has truly become. Especially when you’re trying to date.

Therefore, with that being said, it would seem, that I have officially succumbed to the world of dating apps yet again. I went on a very long hiatus because I just hate them with a passion. And the more I use them, the more I detest myself for it. But alas, trying to strike up a conversation with a man in public has been somewhat fruitless. Yes, there have been some flings here and there, but nothing to write home about. So, here I am, swiping left more times than I’m swiping right, in the hopes that one of these jokers will be an interesting human being, who’s kind, wants to have meaningful discussions and who can hopefully make me laugh. The search continues by the way.

But here’s the thing… I’m not sure I’m cut out for this kind of life. The modern romance of dating apps kind of life I mean. I know I should move with the times and become a modern girl, but damn it, I miss someone walking up to me and starting up a conversation. Yes kids, people used to do that. Face-to face… gasp! I miss it terribly. You get to see how they smile, how they deal with certain questions, what their little quirks are. And most importantly, you see their reactions instantaneously. As opposed to having to wait for a well thought out reply. All I get now are pictures of men not really knowing how to take pictures, and if I’m lucky, one sentence in their bio. On top of that… none of these guys say hi first after you find out that you’ve been matched. So, I now have to think up punchy one-liners for an opening statement in the sheer hopes that one of these boys will reply. I’m currently talking to a few but so far none have asked if I want to meet in person. And, I’ll have you know, I’m pretty good at first dates damn it. That’s how I work it. Disclaimer… I’m not full of myself and I don’t think I’m pretty but, I do think that I’m inviting and can make people feel at ease. However, with these dating apps, it’s all through texting. Do you know how hard it is to show your kind of humour/personality through texting? I have to insert LOL’s and an abundance of emojis in the hopes that they will get it. It’s exhausting. But you know what get’s me the most? The not replying for hours. It officially drives me nuts. All men do this. I once had a guy reply back to me after a day and a half. One whole day…and a half. Are you telling me that you haven’t touched your phone in all that time? No, of course not. What is with the not replying guys? Can someone please tell me! Is it to be mysterious? To not be too available? To show that you have a life and that you’ll text when you’re good and ready? Guys, come on. I’m not asking for marriage. I’m asking for you to take 2 seconds out of your day and reply. That’s it. It’s that simple. (wooossaahhh)

The thing is, I’m a closeted romantic. I don’t publicise it by any means. In fact, to guys, I am an easy-going funny girl who rolls with the punches, doesn’t ask for much, and says she’s not looking for anything serious. I say that last bit because, from experience, guys have proven me right on all occasions. So I guess you could say I’ve given up even attempting relationships now. But secretly, I want the romance. I want to be wooed. I want a man to chase me. And lately, I am finding myself chasing them. I’m getting in contact first. I’m replying as soon as I can (when I see it of course) to their messages. I’m making myself available. All because these stupid dating apps have designed a world where there is an abundance of choice and you feel like if you don’t do or say the right thing they will not stick around to actually get to know the real you. I’m tired guys. Truly. And my confidence is wavering. I think, if I look at this realistically, I don’t know if I will find what I’m looking for. Nor do I think there is a man out there willing to take the leap with me or put in the time. Which saddens me. A part of me believes I deserve to be happy with someone. But the other part (the majority), thinks that I have missed the boat. That I don’t have the necessary tools to be aloof enough to deal with cold-shoulders and one’s lack of interest. That I can’t compete with all these other women out there willing to throw themselves at men. I’m not easy, I know my worth (which has taken time), and I will not settle for something mediocre. And because of that, I feel like I’m being put in a line-up. Or more like, I’m always the last one being picked for dodgeball.

I don’t know where it all went tits up but I do remember when a man was interested, they’d let you know. You were never questioning their interest because they made the effort to call you, to arrange to meet up and to get in touch simply because they were thinking about you. Now… I never know where I stand and question everything. And the lack of effort being made is kind of laughable at this point. Therefore trying to stand out amongst all this competition is a hard task to accomplish. And equally, having a man actually stick around and make an effort, is something that is virtually impossible. I think, maybe, I’m just too old fashioned for my own good. And that, just might be my downfall.

In conclusion, I haven’t been on these dating apps for that long and already I’m wanting to rip out my hair. I’m even coming to terms with the fact that I will most likely be that weird “auntie” that talks to plants and has 30 cats. It’s cool, I’ve, for the most part, accepted it. Anyway, if I’m being brutally honest, dating is hard in general, but dating or more like trying to meet people through these apps, is even harder. And, I’m not sure my soul can take much more of this. I guess when all is said and done, do I lie down and call it a day, or do I persevere in the hopes that somewhere hidden amongst the weeds is a keeper? I’m leaning towards lying down…

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When a Loaded Word (c**t) is Flung in Your Direction…

Today started off as any other day. I sent out my CV to potential job opportunities (I was made redundant), had lunch and then decided to do my daily walk around town.  It would always end at my local Waitrose (grocery store chain in the UK) where I would pick up a few necessities and then make my way to Costa Coffee where I would splurge and get my decaf peach iced tea. Yes, that is what I call splurging at the moment. This has been my routine, my world, for the last 2 months. A simple one. But today was not like any other day, today was the day I was called an uneducated C**t in an upscale grocery store.

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Weekend Photo Journal: All That Glitters

 

glitter, sparkles, twinkle. all that

I genuinely love this time of year. The only thing I miss out on in London is snow! I mean real blizzard snow, not the 12 drops that fall  and causes all transport to stop because no one knows how to deal with it.

To get me in the festive mood a ton of sparkly yumminess really does the trick. Especially on New Years, don’t you think? Therefore, since it’s that time of year, it’s only fitting that I do a weekend photo journal about everything that glitters, sparkles and shines. I normally send this out on a Saturday but seeing as this weekend is Christmas I’m posting it now. Either way, who knows you may get some inspiration for New Years Eve, if you haven’t sorted everything out to the tiniest detail already!

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Love Seemed Much Simpler in My Parents and Grandparents Generation

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Does anyone else feel like things are moving too fast nowadays when it comes to dating, love and relationships in general? Or am I the only one woman island in the middle of nowhere? As I look at my parents and grandparents’ relationships I have come to the conclusion that things have become a little warped. It definitely doesn’t seem so rosy anymore and somewhere along the way there seems to have been more rules put in place to make things even more difficult.

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A Little Wednesday Wisdom…

Wednesday Wisdom

 

Happy Hump Day my little fluffy pandas! I mean big up to at least getting this far without collapsing in tears as the last drop of wine leaves the bottle. Well done you! I of course can’t say the same thing, but I keep on plodding along the best way I know how… like an alcoholic that’s dead to the world. Okay, okay! In all seriousness I decided to pass along some Wednesday wisdom to help me and you get through life’s awefulness. And what better way to do it than to throw some sparkly, funny gifs at you!  So here we go!

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What Will Become of Love In 100 Years?

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Recently I was thinking about relationships, dating and love in general. I suppose I’ve been pondering about it more because illogical things keep happening to me when it comes to men. That’s the nicest way I can put it. I also get super emotional when I see old people holding hands. Which I’m witnessing less and less by the way. However, I’m totally comfortable enough to admit it. I love seeing old people together. THERE! Anyway, in the midst of my contemplation I started to actually wonder if love would be possible 100 years from now.

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Finding ‘The One’: How I’ve Decided To Look At Things Differently When it Comes To Soul Mates

soul mate, the one, changing views on love

Despite my recent disastrous fling with a moron, I am still quite open to meeting the so called “One”. I mean let’s be honest, who am I to pooh-pooh an emotion that has been around since the invention of time, even if my idea of men has declined throughout the years. I still want to believe, I know that much. I suppose I still feel like there might be something out there. However, I am also accepting of the fact that it might never happen for me, which believe me, I have come to terms with. But before I officially wave the white flag and succumb to a life of solitude, I have chosen openness in changing my views a little.

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