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.

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