WARNING: This article deals with descriptions of sex, and some of the comments are getting quite graphic! Please avoid if that sort of thing upsets you.
I have recently returned to the land of dating. Yay!
It has taken me the better part of three months to get back out there; to stop stalking his Facebook page, and to get over my irrational hatred of inanimate objects that remind me of him.
Popcorn, the cafes/bars we used to go to, the TV series we where half way through watching, pancakes… No that’s not true, I still despise pancakes.
You see, the man cooked me pancakes at 10 o’clock at night before going away on a boys trip – only to return and tell me that he ‘never loved me.’ Fuck pancakes.
There has been crying, not eating, crying, making up for not eating, (you know what, just make it the family bucket KFC, thanks) crying, knowing I’ll never see the end of Homeland without throwing things at the TV, and then a little bit more crying.
Lucky for me I happen to have the best circle of friends a girl could ask for. The ones who couldn’t be there in person sent cupcakes and virtual hugs, the ones who could gave me brilliant advice like ‘you know what, it’s just going to suck for a while and then it will get easier.’ And thanks to those beautiful people I am where I am today. I am fabulous, I am ready to get back out there and I am scared as hell.
So I did what any girl who was looking for a hot date would do these days? I joined Tinder.
Then I deleted Tinder.
Then I rejoined Tinder.