*And You Will Be Fucked I am a goodie-two-shoes; always have, and I reckon, always will be. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it gets in my way sometimes. Maybe goodie-two-shoes is not the word, maybe chronic over thinker or downright a little bit fucking terrified would suit me better. I wish I was… Continue reading Play With Fire*
A second date, I actually went on a second date. Not only does that mean that a guy thought I was nice enough to see again, it also means that for once, I hadn’t written off a guy in less than an hour – or like, a minute, if I’m being honest here. We texted… Continue reading Row On
There are many great career options to pursue in life: doctor, lawyer, chicken nugget scientist, and, my personal favourite, trophy wife. I came across a guy on Bumble who claimed to be an ‘aspiring fuckboy’; and I just can’t swipe left on an ambitious man. We started talking and he was pretty fucking funny, joking… Continue reading Aspiring Fuckboy
There are times I’m the perfect conversational partner: intelligent, funny and interesting (rolling your eyes yet?), and then there are times I’m the blondest/most awkward/meanest chick in the world. My father almost convinced me once that roosters can lay eggs, and just recently my roommate made me believe a snake killed itself in his garage… Continue reading Awkward
I was walking to the coffee shop with my colleague when she asked me what my plans for the weekend were. “Got any dates lined up” is a question that I’m often asked, and unfortunately, the answer lately has always been negative. I just can’t muster up the courage to give a fuck about Tinder,… Continue reading “U DTF?”
I have written a few blogs on housing by now – and by housing I mean the issues of finding a house that is affordable, clean, and doesn’t come with a set of psychopath housemates. Last time, I told you I had found one. One of the girls might have seemed a little bit controlling,… Continue reading Did I Die And Go To Jewish Russian Heaven?
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, a girl went on a date with some Banker Guy who put her on the train home. Apparently, that train was headed straight to Douchebag Central. I may still be somewhat of a Datable Girl, the guys who actually want to take me out are… Continue reading Next Stop: Douchebag Central