For lack of a better word, 2017 was tragic for me. It was a tough year in a lot of ways. I lost a lot of people, I faced a lot of challenges, and I did a lot of stupid shit. Overall, this past year put me through the ringer. Honestly, my dating life in 2017 was the biggest joke and what better way to celebrate the shit show of a year being over than with one big long blog stating right from the top. Strap in folks, this is a long one. Continue reading “xiv. a thotful year in review”
Honey, I’m home!
I did a thing. A potentially stupid, mainly revengeful thing.
So, I’m seeing this guy. Or at least, I thought I was until things started to go downhill and I got all up in my head about things between us. We had been talking for a few months now and it became harder and harder to make time for each other the closer exams got. He claimed things were fine between us; that we could still make the distance work.
But then I got mad. I was mad that I was putting in the effort to drive an hour away every weekend and mad that we never went on a proper date, but most of all mad that no matter what I couldn’t seem to just break things off. Apparently, I just like to make a mess of my life.
So what does heartbroken and confused little Tinderella do? She downloads the app once again. Oh yeah. Continue reading “xiii. buy one, get one free”
Well, I’m back. And once again, I have somehow managed to find myself heartbroken. A lot has happened since I was last on here
I met the Hungarian in late March, and boy did he ever come on strong. I’ll be the first one to say that I was turned off by how honest he was with how much he liked me and it made me a little uncomfortable at the start to have someone talking about how badly they wanted to be with me. It took me a while to give into our first date but when I did, I knew there was no turning back. I was hooked on him and for the first time in a long time, things felt different. Like they actually had the potential to go somewhere. Continue reading “xii. hungary for more”
Sometimes, tinder brings someone into your life that really helps you out.
Take matching with paragraphs for example. Paragraphs was a seemingly sweet boy who’s bio stated that he had been persuaded by friends to make an account after his last relationship ended and was interested in talking to someone to see where things go. He gets his name from his apparent need to send messages in the form of unnecessary, long-winded paragraphs. Don’t get me wrong, being able to have a good conversation with someone is really important, but does it always have to be deep and thought provoking? Continue reading “xi. just a dash of spice”
3 months. 3 months was all it took for me to stupidly fall for his boyish charm, his constant willingness to cuddle, his kisses that had the ability to make me weak in the knees. 3 months was all it took for me to question my values, to seriously consider if he could be the one. If I was ready to take the plunge and give my all to him. 3 months is all it took for me to see his true colours. 3 months was all it took for me to fall in love and have my heart broken into a million pieces. Continue reading “x. 3 months”
Getting myself back onto tinder after the breakup made me feel a mixture of emotions. I felt kind of weird putting myself back out there, but it was my one last fuck you I’m better without you to side hoe so I bit the bullet and did it one night. And boy, am I ever glad I got myself back out there because now I have so many entertaining stories to share with the world. I forgot in the short time I was with side hoe how tragically entertaining the tinder world could be, and how cute boys were. I feel like I had a new confidence going back into the dating world now. I wasn’t afraid to go after what I wanted and I wasn’t going to take anyone’s bullshit. I was fully equipped for this now. I felt different somehow. Continue reading “ix. on again, off again”
The four days following our new years together were heartbreaking for me. And then it got even worse.
I didn’t realize that he wasn’t speaking to me until the afternoon of the 2nd. I had just figured he was busy with family stuff and a hangover after I dropped him off after breakfast and I didn’t want to continue to bother him, but I realized something was wrong the next morning when I was still not getting any replies. He would open all of my snapchats and not reply and was also ignoring my text messages. Of course, I knew immediately what was going on, but I don’t think I was ready to admit to myself that this was all about my decision to not put out. Continue reading “viii. to new beginnings”