It’s a London thing. 

This week I realised that you can fancy someone based off their accent! 

Let’s chat about ‘The Londoner’ he messaged me on OKC, he isn’t my standard type, actually he’s about as far away from hipster wanky guitar player as you can get but he’s started winning me over. 

As soon as we started doing the voice note thing I got seriously fizzy knickers…his accent is EVERYTHING! This dude calls me ‘treacle’ and I love it! He drops ‘having a bubble’ and ‘dig me out’ into conversation and it makes me want to have a tommy tank, especially when he calls me a sort! 

We’ve texted loads on the dog and bone and there’s way more to him than having a nice boat and a cockney accent, this man is an onion with all his layers. He’s holding my attention which is more than I can say for most…or any guy this year! 

So watch this space! 

Double the Douche. 

So this week has been a case of speaking to guys and then blocking, always a good week dating wise when this happens! 

Let’s start with The Artist, I sort of sensed an immediate clash of personalities but you know me I cracked on! The major warning signs were the questions he was throwing out at me after a day of talking ‘do you fancy me?’ ‘Do you want to fuck me?’ And my personal favourite which is never good ‘how many other guys are you talking to?’ It comes across as soooo needy! Also this may sound wanky but I hate it when I have mundane generic questions thrown at me, I like silly fun conversations that go off on random tangents but here’s this guy asking if I ever had a pet? How does that really learn anything about me? The final straw was when I joked that if he drew me he would get into my pants, well this guy presented me with a doodle and actually thought this meant we would be fucking! Erm…it’s slightly harder than that mate! After he never got the answers that he wanted and I stopped replying he decided that and I quote ‘was a horrible person and he fell into my trap’ my what?! I mean I’ve had a lot of penis but there’s no chance of anyone falling into it! And then he did the classic recovery technique of saying he only messaged me because he was drunk….way to regain your dignity buddy! 

Then there was the racing car driver. A hoot to text (take note doodler!) we were flirting and then he started getting really persistent about coming to my house that night bare in mind we had spoken for about three hours. Well I sacked it off and started speaking to someone else as it started to get annoying. Half an hour later I got an aggressive message asking me why I was still online? Oh god no. I literally can’t be dealing with this shit. If he’s being needy now what would he be like if we were actually going out? So I just straight up blocked him. 

I guess the way I have to look at this now is that maybe it’s a good thing I’m meeting all these dickheads, because eventually they will run out and I will have blocked them all to make way for my prince! I’m being wildly optimistic aren’t I?! 

Soul MATES. 

Over the past month or so due to some major detachment and some other serious shit going down I’ve realised that there’s more to life than online dating. I barely swipe anymore, and I have no enthusiasm talking to tinderfellas. 

Why is this I hear you ask? I realised I’ve already found my soulmate (on a completely non romantic friendship level of course!) actually I have two ( shout out to you mrs Jones!) But I’m going to focus on one today. 

Readers of this blog know who I’m talking about so there’s no need for names, you probably also know what’s happened between us over the years and I ll never be able to explain that part because our friendship is more than that. 

He gets me 100%. He knows I’m a self destructive nightmare, that I feel as though I don’t deserve him so will constantly push him away and will give him a fuck ton of shit but he accepts that, he’s not a walk over though, he frequently puts me in my place and reigns me in he’s the only man who I allow to hand me my bollocks (after a lot of arguing!). 

I’ve had intense friendships with the opposite sex before (I’ve even got the tattoos to prove it!) but this is different. It feels like I have to cherish it and never take it for granted. 

I have to admit our friendship does affect relationships. There’s no telling some people that were just friends. I get asked frequently why we’re not together but it’s never been about that. Our friendship is way more important. Do I compare him to other guys? In all honesty, yes. It’s hard not to! I want someone who’s always there for me like he is, who doesn’t judge me, who accepts my crazy who wants to play ridiculous games and answer silly questions and looks out for me. I also want someone who I would take a bullet for because I know (and he knows!) I would for him. He literally means the world to me and it’s taken me long enough to realise I do to him. Also his hair and fashion sense on a tinderfella would be great but now I’m just being picky! 

Recently sex and dating has become so empty and boring for me. I can’t stand one dimensional sex talk anymore. It’s not fun. But you know what? it’s not important! If I’m meant to fall in love this year that will happen, it’s ok not to get a million messages a day and get thumb burn from all the swiping and you know why? I’m happy and fulfilled with the people I’ve already got in my life, my soulmates. 

Hello Mr Anonymous. 

So I received a comment on my previous post using Xs name and effectively naming and shaming him. Well I say shamed but he’s been on the end of some cracking blowjobs for the last three years and there’s nothing shameful about that. Whoever sent this comment set up a fake email address to spill this supposed tea. Here’s the kicker though…everyone knows who X is! Our friends/ family/ work colleagues always have! As none of them are douchey enough to pull this stunt I’m guessing it’s someone who I’ve chatted to/ dated, also none of them speak like a wannabe roadman…be careful your illiteracy might give you away. 

I know you’re not meant to feed the trolls but I’ve decided to choke the cowardly faceless fuck instead….

Firstly I have to approve comments so nobody sees what you’ve written, so if you have a problem you may as well text me. Oh no you’re too scared because that’s would reveal your identity wouldn’t it? 

Secondly, are you trying to scare me but subtly revealing you know details about my life? Oh you big man stalking my socials and putting 2 and 2 together. Chill your boots Columbo! 

Thirdly, clearly I’ve pissed you off by writing about you and you can’t let it go. Well I’m not going to apologise for calling you out on your ugly personality, you messaging me on here is just proving my point! 

Fourthly, thanks for all the effort! Setting up a fake email and reading my posts (hello views!) clearly little old me has impacted on your life! 

And finally and this is the most important one…SUCK MY DICK. From what I’ve seen it’s bigger than yours! 

Bio hazard. 

One of the things that surprises me about online dating is how many people lie in their bio. 

The first one is age, I’m sure you’re not 25 with grey hair and more wrinkles than my nana. So why lie?  

Another is occupation. According to most men online they are either a professional actor (not in anything I’ve seen!) or a musician, the funniest thing happened with this last week I matched with a ‘full time musician’ on Bumble. What he didn’t realise when he was telling me about his days strumming his guitar was that I already kinda knew him and he’s not a full time musician at all unless they are having jam sessions in River Island…yeah mate I work near you! Pretty sure you’re actually a full time shop boy. What’s the point in starting things off with a lie? Unless you don’t plan on actually meeting anyone what does it achieve? Being able to pretend you’re a rockstar online? Yeah I’m sure they’re pure rock and roll when they are bobbing on their supermarket uniform each morning! 

Surely as long as you have got a job it doesn’t matter what you do? We’ve all gotta hustle. I don’t write anything in my bio about where I work because I don’t like it but least I’m not lying about it. 

So all you part time actors/ musicians just be honest and say you’re a bar tender or a sales assistant, the decent girls won’t judge! 

My worst habits. 

Day 9 of the 31 day blog challenge:

Firstly today is my birthday! Yay! Meeting up with X in the morning and going to London so it should be a nice day…anyhoo I digress.

I’m not really sure what my worst habits are? Maybe I should ask X? I’m sure he would be able to reel off a few hundred! 

Ok let’s begin….

Swearing: I have the worst potty mouth. No word is out of bounds. I work with a lot of men so that kinda makes it worse.

Social media: yes I’m obsessed with my phone! Yes I check Facebook, twitter, Snapchat, and Instagram every morning, every night and about 20 times a day…bite me.

Being bossy: I have the worst tone of voice which makes everything I say sound pure evil but it’s not meant like that..honestly. Well sometimes it is. As I’ve said before working in retail means sometimes people have to be put in their place. 

Ok last as one I don’t think it’s very good for the soul to list bad things about yourself…sometimes I pluck my eyebrows on the bus! What can I say? The lighting is really good! 

Anyway I’m off to bed and going to wake up all old and wrinkly being 32…HELP! 

Reflections 2016

It’s getting towards the end of the year and this is where I round up what..or more like who I’ve done this year and whether or not they’ve been a blessing or a lesson. PLOT SPOILER…they’ve pretty much all been lessons! 

I ll start with the ones that went all the way…

X:  A constant blessing in my life, New Year’s Eve sex was amazing! Started off the year with a bang. 

Jimmy CumQuickly: Lesson learnt: never ever believe it when a man says they are uber experienced and think I’m going to be in for a fun night. Also note to self: be less good at kissing! (See previous blogs!) 

Mr Wright: Lesson learnt: Just because he’s the best sex you’ve ever had don’t be blinded by the orgasms and let things go on way too long when you know he’s not (W) right. 

James: Lesson learnt: NEVER EVER LOOK BACK! If I ever see him again RUN FOR MY LIFE! 

Mr Bumble: Lesson learnt: it’s ok to message first, but beware it may lead to some good foreplay but bad sex and you will run into his dad downstairs whilst doing the walk of shame. 

Lips: Lesson learnt: age doesn’t matter but angles on a dick pic do! 

Other dates: 

Aled Jones: Spontaneous dates are best

Ginger #4: Lesson learnt: if there’s no spark on the phone there will be no spark in real life.

Honourable mentions: 

Wheels: Literally the only blessing I’ve met this year (so far…there’s still hope!) fancied him like crazy when we first started texting then I got to know him and realised there was a pretty cool person beneath. We are crazy similar and have all of the same issues and insecurities, he’s literally a hotter version of me with a penis. I don’t fancy him anymore it would be like dating myself but we still talk a lot. He’s so nice to chat to whether it’s being serious or being silly 

Mr hot but not dull but now a little bit cunty: Had it with this guy! We all know the story, I judged him and I was wrong completely did a 180 thought he was awesome and now nothing. He’s doing the whole Caspar thing and ghosting me…well crack on poppet. I think he tried to get me back for dissing him on this blog so thinks it’s funny he’s now being shitty to me. Seriously not cool. Well I have enough issues of my own so can’t be dealing with his! Laters hater! 

As you can see it’s been quite a year! Wonder what 2017 has in store? It’s got to be better than 2016 right?…right?!