Being a single girl is tough, and being a single girl (or I guess that I am a "woman" but whatever) in your mid-twenties is no joke. No, I am not kidding you. I ended my teenage-years entering a relationship and I stayed in that one for close to four years. The guy was great, it was just that we wanted different things in life. Fair enough, if you ask me, because everyone deserves to be happy. Anyway, so here I am, single and ready to mingle for the first time since entering my twenties, and to be honest, I didn't really know what to expect, but I sure as hell didn't expect this...

So before I start yapping, I have a confession to make - I am not really much of a "dater". I had never been on a one-on-one date with anyone before I met my ex, so lack of experience in the dating-field is an understatement. That is probably why I am so apprehensive when it comes to going on dates. Whenever I get asked, I get really nervous, and you can bet your money that I will come up with a million excuses on why I shouldn't go or why I can't go. So yeah, I have yet to answer the guy that now how asked me out five times or so, and yes, stupidly I opened the text he sent me on WhatsApp, and now he knows that I've seen it, and now I am forced to answer it. I am still tempted to come up with a lame-ass excuse for why I can't come. He must probably think that there's something seriously wrong with me, and honestly I don't disagree with him. The worst part is that the guy is actually pretty cute, and seems like a decent, normal human-being, so I don't know why I am so worried. I guess my biggest fear is the language-barrier because this handsome fellow is Italian, and to be honest, I don't really care for the broken-English accent as well as he doesn't understand half of the things I am saying, and I ain't got time for that. So I don't know, maybe I will or maybe I won't grow a pair, but at some point I have to answer him. That is simply just the polite thing to do.

Another thing that freaked me out, was Tinder. Yes, I know just because I am single, it doesn't mean that I have to download the app, and believe me, it took me almost a year before I did. Thank God for that. I don't even know where to start when talking about Tinder. Okay, so I am still fairly new to Tinder as I made a profile or whatever the hell it's called three days ago. I had to spend a solid minute or so just to understand which way to swipe - which way is "like" and which way is "nope". I failed a couple of times and accidentally "liked" a few guys that I know for a fact that I wouldn't like in the real life. Sorry not sorry. Anyway, after an hour or so, I got pretty good at swiping, and seriously, it was so much fun! So many cute guys, and I actually matched with a few as well. So far I have 38 matches, I am talking to six of them, and I have one new Instagram follower. I am actually quite impressed with myself. However, as much fun it has been, there has been some awkward and not-so-fun moments as well. Guess that's unavoidable though. I have received some sleazy and rather disturbing messages that I do not want to repeat, and at first I was a bit taken aback. I mean, sure one can argue that I should've seen that coming, but still. I guess it is because I have been living in this protective bubble of mine, so I don't really know how to respond to those kind of messages. That's why I have decided to go for the "Sorry, I'm busy" horse-crap whenever in such a situation. It is honest, to the point, and helps me stay out of trouble. Then, all of sudden, I matched with this really cute guy. Tall, handsome and age-appropriate. We started talking, and he seemed like a normal guy until he wanted be to be "cheeky". What the AF? Being "cheeky" on Instagram is not cute, and it scares the shit out of me. I have never been one of them girls that would happily send a nude pic to a guy. Obviously, I am not going to judge if you are, have, or want to, but it has never really been my style. Why are guys so obsessed with nude pics and having to see a girl naked before they have even met in real life!? Beats me, I don't get it. However, I am curious for how long I can avoid being "cheeky" because this one seems pretty determined to see me naked. Fingers crossed I will meet him in real life before I show him all my "secrets".


This is just some of what I have experienced so far, and my preliminary conclusion is that dating is no joke, it is in fact an extreme sport. A part of me can't wait to meet all of the freaks and sweethearts out there, the other half wants to live alone forever. The latter sounds both healthier and safer.

To be continued...

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What could possibly be more ironic to name a blog "this is not a blog"? Nothing, if you ask me. To be honest, I am not sure if this site will even qualify as a blog. There probably will be some very irregular updates, and photos: I don't even know if they ever will appear. So why start a "blog"? The truth is, in fact, I have always wanted to start one. I love to write, and  to be honest, I think I am pretty good at it too. All I needed was a time and a place to get started, and nothing says "go" more than writing about life in London. ​Everybody loves London, pretty sure that is a scientific proven fact. So here we go - I am taking a leap of faith into this world called cyber-space, and let's find out whether this is a hit or miss. 

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