Black Summer

Here is a little tip for anyone out there who is thinking of getting themselves on the dating scene: make sure you are completely over your ex. Please. I know there is a phrase that goes along the lines of "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else" ... and having been there and done that myself, I can honestly say that it doesn't always work. Not only does it make you feel shit (at least, that's how it made me feel), it also makes the other person feel shit because you're basically using them to fill your void. Especially if you're not upfront and honest about it. Which, let's be honest... not many of you would be.

So, having dated no end of fuck boys and a fair few psychopaths (whose dates I will never write about), it was about time I dated someone who, despite having many positive traits, also came with baggage, wasn't it? Emotional baggage; per se. And that's where 'L' came along.

Don't Talk The Talk...

… if you can’t walk the walk. Here’s a gentle reminder to all guys out there; actions speak louder than words.

And here’s a gentle reminder to all girls out there; you can definitely fall for the same old bullshit when it comes to guys more times than you think. Although I was prepared for this, it still fucking hurt(s).

I’ve written about the time that I well and truly had my heart broken (read about that here). And whilst I wasn’t necessarily prepared for that, I was definitely more aware of it eventually happening than I was this time. Although, I’m not sure whether what I currently feel is heart break, I do know that I am hurting a lot and that my heart aches. But, I’m filled with more anger and disappointment than I am sadness this time around and I’m hurting because I actually give, or should I say, gave a fuck, when the other person didn’t. It sucks when your heart cares and feels too much for the wrong people.

J is for...

J o k e. Now, I’m up for a laugh as much as the next person is. But, when you’re made to feel like the butt of that joke… not only is it not funny; it actually hurts.

You’d think that as a grown up woman of 23, I would have learnt my lesson by now when it comes to guys. Yet, I’m still capable of falling for the wrong type of guy and ignoring every single red flag that greets me on my way. And that’s exactly what happened with ‘J', and it's more fool me, really.

It’s guys like ‘J’ that I’ve spent years of my life being played, chewed up and then spat out by. Guys who flirt with you, send mixed messages and lie to you. Guys who will promise you the world and make you happy for a split second just in order to get laid. Guys who lead you on so that you fall for them and then disappear when you do; like as though that wasn’t supposed to happen and you weren’t meant to catch feelings. I know this pattern of behaviour and after years of learning what signs to look out for and stay clear of; I thought I was doing well. But then, ‘J’ happened… and, for some stupid reason, I fell hook line and sinker for every word he said to me. Every single warning sign was there, but the thing is with me; I like to see the good in people.

Let's Get PhySical

“And we didn’t even have sex!” … was the comment that well and truly proved me right and ended our first cycle of dating. I was glad though, because I knew something was off. I just wish I had gone with my gut instinct in the first place, instead of going along with it ‘just incase’ it would turn out differently.

And, had I gone with my gut in the first place, our paths may not have crossed again and we might not have ended up briefly dating a second time. However me being me, I went ahead and gave him a second chance. I thought of the old, “that was then, maybe he’s different now…”. But as the saying goes; a leopard never changes its spots. And let me tell you, ’S’ had not changed; but, I had. So, when he fucked me over and ghosted me again earlier this year; I was not the slightest bit bothered or surprised. Instead of running after him like a little lost puppy or feeling rejected, I simply let it be this time.

One Year On...

So, I first started writing this blog last August. It wasn’t planned and it was actually a friend who suggested I start writing it in the first place because my love life was (and still is) that laughable that you couldn’t possibly write it. That is, unless you’re me.

Not much has changed in the last year, really. I started this blog single and using online dating apps and I’m writing this post in the same position. I’m still single and I’m still, reluctantly and shamefully using Tinder and Bumble. Deactivating both regularly. Although things are pretty much the same as they were this time last year in terms of my relationship status, I have still been on quite a journey in that time. For instance, I have managed to have my heart broken for first time by a guy who wasn’t actually my boyfriend, a few ‘almosts’ with one or two people and even one actual relationship. Well I mean, if you can call 4 months a ‘relationship’ anyway. So yeah, I’d say that’s a bit of a journey.

There is one thing that has changed over the last year though and that is… me. I now know what I want and what I deserve thanks to the madness that is ‘dating’. My skin has got a lot thicker and I am much stronger than I was a year ago. For example, now: if I’m ghosted? Cool. If I’m dumped? Plenty of fish still left in the sea. If someone doesn’t like me back? Life goes on; I’m not everyones cup of tea. If I don’t get a text back? well, I’m not going to double text you, so I guess that’s that and our ‘talking stage’ is over. I’m really not hung up over things like this any more; shit happens and this is what dating life (mine anyway) is like. You get used to it.

So, enough said and without going into too much detail about people I’ve met and dates that I’ve had; here’s a bit of how my year of dating has gone so far, how it’s made me feel and where I’m currently at…

This is Acting

According to Google, there are 10 qualities that make a great actor and ‘G’? Well, he happened to have every one of them…

Being D-U-M-P-E-D...

… hurts. Really fucking hurts. Whether it’s for the best or even if you see some warning signs; it still hurts. Especially when you are the person who is being dumped. It’s absolutely crushing. I should be used to it by now and part of me is to tell you the truth. I’ve been through it one, two, three and even more times than that, but I just didn’t quite expect it this time. I think that’s why it hit me harder. One minute I’m dating someone I really, really like and the next; I’m not. They will now be nothing but a distant memory like everyone else.