Why I’m done with dating.
I’ve never been one to date, I find the whole thing ridiculously awkward. From the handful of dates I’ve been on I’ve either had to take a shot of vodka to force myself out the door or simply make a quick exit halfway through. It’s always baffled me because I’m not a shy person, I can pretty much talk for England so why is it when asked on a date I freeze like a bunny in headlights waiting to be run over.
The last date I went on I cancelled dinner reservations and told him to meet me at the zoo. Seems like a cute idea but in actual fact I thought if he bored me silly at least I had cute animals to look at.
I do have Tinder and Bumble but I’ve ran out of men on both apps and find it oddly therapeutic to swipe left continuously as if rejecting men is some kind of sport.
Maybe it’s because I know a date is usually the start of a disastrous story, nothing remotely to do with love. That stabbing feeling when you see them with someone else. Claustrophobia when they firmly cement themselves in your life and won’t let you breathe. When they try and manipulate and control you whether it’s your clothes, your weight, your friends. Or they simply break your heart over and over again because you fall for the fuckboy.
Well, I’m done. That’s not to say I’m wanting to die alone or be the scary cat lady the kids are terrified of at the end of the street. I’m just done with forcing love – I refuse to have my wedding speech include the phrase ‘we both swiped right’! Can it truly be that easy to swipe right and live happily ever after?
So referring back to my holy grail (sex and they city) unless it’s ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t live without each other love, I’m just not interested. Honestly…zero interest. During this years ‘man ban’ I’ve achieved more than I could ever imagined and it makes me question how much time I’ve wasted on mediocre men.
Probably quite a bizarre post for the start of the year but with Valentine’s Day looming (aka my yearly trip to Macdonalds with my BFF) it was on my mind. Society always wants you to be in a relationship – Valentines Day, Marriage, Anniversary – but quite frankly I’m unsure what I need a man for these days. Maybe I will amp things up this year and instead of a happy meal I will opt for some Manolos. Anyone up for a shopping trip February 14th?
My instagram feed is filled up with people confessing their undying love for each other through romantic smooching pics (how beautiful). Then months later I grab the popcorn to decode their subliminal breakup quotes wondering why they don’t just talk to each other. Is it wrong that I just can’t be bothered? Or even worse I’m hoping that fate will just sort everything out for me!
There was a reason I started talking about men and it was to address my urge to wear man repelling clothes as of late. I used to be all about the boobs and the legs, flaunting what I had but lately I keep opting for clothes that cover up and quite frankly keep me warm (all about that comfort). This outfit may look like I’m straight out of a convent but that might be exactly where I’m heading at this rate! Huge culottes are going to keep creeping into my wardrobe as I try and step away from the skinny black jeans and experiment more! Have you seen my last post on experimenting with fashion this year or my latest styling video with my fave man repelling jacket of the moment!
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