whatever you do, don’t take a Log*

The naked selfie aka the ‘dick pic’ – are you a fan? I’m not going to be shy, I am. Of course there’s a byline to this, I am when it’s appropriate. I’d never want to receive one without having met the man it’s from, and I’d want to be romantically linked to them – not just my guy mates sending them willy nilly. Pun intended.

I had this conversation with the new man last week and he admitted he’s never sent one. I told him I didn’t believe it. We left it there and the topic was dropped.

Then on Thursday when we caught up for some afternoon delight** and dinner before he jetted to Spain for his mate’s stag do the topic came up again. I told him we must rectify this situation. He told me, “you send me one first…”

So I did.

Last night when he text me from Spain saying he was missing me. I sent him a tasteful one, no nipples on show, and he was thrilled. He was in the middle of Festival SOS48 and I’d apparently completely distracted him. Nailed it.

He didn’t send one back, being of course he was mid-festival. But I feel like he’s come around to the idea.

Perhaps I should drop this super handy How to site into his inbox in a few days…

*Find the meaning here.

**We don’t only have afternoon dates spent in bed every time, we do go on proper dates like meals out, a beanbag cinema, gin tasting and listening to a woman sing poems in French to classical music for an hour and a half without laughing at the English translations.

whatever you do, don’t take a Log*


May! How the hell is it May?!

Life has got busy, but I’m not complaining. Work is now in full swing and I’m currently juggling 140 vacant roles, approximately 70 hiring managers who want the perfect candidate yesterday and about 20 agencies who like to cheat the system, and clearly enjoy a bollocking from me (love those days!). I am absolutely loving the role though and working within Investment Banking and love the challenge of managing the whole process.

I managed to squeeze in a weekend away at Easter to hit up the vibrant and exciting Marrakech. I absolutely loved everything about it – the atmosphere, the landscape, the people (so friendly!) and the bartering for items you don’t really need but just get so sucked in with the excitement of getting a good price that you have to then lug home way too much Moroccan oil, ceramics and mint tea.

About a month ago I also delved back into the online dating/app world and signed up to Happn. I had very little expectations that I would meet someone, especially after my attempt at Tinder (which resulted in a man who had a fascination for girl / horse action – whole other blog post), but I was very pleasantly surprised! It only took one man and he’s completely blown me away. I met him for a drink three weeks ago, and it’s been a whirlwind romance ever since. We’ve had 10 dates in three weeks, and I’m not sick of him – quite the opposite really, I’m always excited to see him again. Our dates have been original, funny, unexpected and amazing all rolled into one. I’ve talked to my best friends about him and they’re all extremely happy for me and keen to meet my “dirty little secret”, as they call him. Right now though it’s so easy, and I’m enjoying having him to myself. Plus I keep reminding myself it’s only been three weeks, there is absolutely no rush. Besides, as soon as they all meet him and want to hang out it will cut into our afternoons of Prosecco and afternoon delight – and I am not keen to give that up any time soon!


Too tired to date this month.

It’s early days on my single status but I already have the buzz to get out and flirt and meet new men. Not necessarily to find a boyfriend or sleep around, but to have fun and blow out my dating cobwebs. But even though my excitement levels are high, and of course Tinder always offers up willing (some way too excited) date options, I just haven’t found the time energy.

I love dating. I honestly do. I used to get nervous, and I will for about an hour before, but a glass (just one!) of wine soon 235383517993951412_cwvzep9s_csoothes the nerves. But the getting glammed up, picking an out fit, wondering what you’re going to think/find out when you meet the mystery man, it’s all brilliant fun. I was talking to a colleague this week about how I used to blog/tweet my dates and that I miss it, he told me to get back out there. “Get back on the horse, Babs!*”

I had planned to get back on the horse this month, but it’s just been non stop that I’ve not had a chance. This week alone has included five nights out in a row with work, friends and Ed Sheeran. Not actually with Ed, sadly, but enjoying his talent as he belted it out on stage. This has meant, tonight, my Saturday night is spent on the sofa in my trackpants, with a glass of wine, blogging and watching The X Factor. You need a level of energy and alertness to survive a first date, yawning or nodding off would not give the best impression.

Watch this space for next month. Next month is action month. Not that kind of action! Well, we’ll see… But I’m going to line up a few dates, and see what happens!

*A nickname/term of endearment given to me by some colleagues, after I regaled them of a tale of an event one night while I was travelling in Bangkok…

Too tired to date this month.

Dinner for one.

mag-05eat-t_CA0-master675I love my creature comforts, especially if I am alone and no-one can see me. The refuge of cozy pajamas and an oven pizza on the couch after a long day is my idea of heaven, but this lifestyle is not where I want to be. Sure, occasionally I do want the slob moment and high fat food, but not four nights a week.

So when I came across this article on my Bookface feed, it made me realise, I need to treat myself as if I am on a date, with myself. Why not go all out with lovely china, folded napkins, a fresh salad in a side-salad-bowl, fancy cheese, olives,  and generally food with flavour!?

I’ve recently got back on a healthy food regime and am currently enjoying my lunch time concoction of couscous, chickpeas, turkey, grapes, red onion, cucumber and lemon juice. It’s so fresh and I enjoy every mouthful.

I am committing to myself to now make an effort at meal times, when alone and feeling like it’s all not worth the effort. Especially now that I am a single lady again, and entering back on to the dating scene.

Dinner for one.

The Tinder Files

Since my relationship with my flatmate ended in February of this year I took some time to be single (1 month) and then under the pressure (not much, to be honest) of friends and colleagues I joined Tinder. It’s hilarious and addictive. For those who have not used Tinder before; you simply get a photo, a name, an age and how many miles they are from you – much like the gay version, Grinder.

I was sold the theory that Tinder is not like Grinder though, as in it is more about dating, not one night hook ups. This is false. Many times I have had the second or third message being “wanna meet up?”. Most definitely just after a booty call.

I have however been messaging one certain man over the past two days; he’s a Kiwi who actually went to the same high school as me. Albeit I went to the Girls school and he went to the Boys. But STILL, he’s a Shore boy (Kiwi’s will get it) now living in London. Even more spooky? He now works down the road from me, maybe 100m away.

We have a lot in common and the banter is easy flowing along with the conversation. We’re meeting up next week when we both have a free night, so watch this space.

The Tinder Files