But now we’re emerging from full lockdown, I have decided it might be time to test the waters again, lest I really commit to the bitter woman married to her vibrator act. It was dating apps or bust, and I instead chose ill-advised texts to people in different countries and full commitment to the government advice of the safest sex being with yourself. I moved back to Ireland from London last year with a rose-coloured vision of finding the person of my dreams - or at least a great shag - on a pint-fuelled night at the pub. Of course, over the last year, we’ve had no real choice. Not to be all, “I want to meet someone the old-fashioned way”, but when you’ve dealt with as many chats that materialise into nothing as I have, it’s easy to get disillusioned with dating apps. I’m 31, and I download and delete Tinder within hours, I’m too jaded for Bumble, and have run out of interest on Hinge and Her. But getting to that point is hell for me. I love having crushes and the little tickle in your belly when a conversation is blossoming and the whole body rush of a first kiss outside the pub. Not the actual dating part (unless you count the first date I went on with a man who got extremely offended when I said I wouldn’t wear an Arsenal shirt in bed, that can get in the bin), mind. “Are you submissive and obedient? Ps Your thoughts on being a housewife?”įull disclosure - I hate dating. Maybe this guy will actually be a fun date. “Hi Emma! How are you? You have a great smile :)”
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