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Features, Love, Relationships, Travel

Three months in, he broke his leg

Today I came across a great post on Refinery29 today. It was about how the writer’s anxiety worsened when she moved in with her partner. Take a read.

I haven’t written here in a few weeks but let me tell you. MUCH has happened. It looks like I haven’t even covered the Croatia trip. As mentioned, Theo and I were set to visit the Eastern European beach nation a few weeks ago. After three straight weekends of him travelling to Frankfurt, Ibiza and St Tropez consecutively, it was our time to travel. The day before we were scheduled to fly I received a WhatsApp from him: “So, I think we may have a problem”.

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Dating, Love, Relationships

It’s a man’s world…

Sorry crazies, I haven’t had the chance to write lately. It’s extra annoying because I had a situation with GoDaddy where this site’s account was attached to Blondie’s bank account and they charged her for another year of hosting. She didn’t know what it was and cancelled it. And in order for me to save the site I had to pay the extra year in addition to a massive “bounce” fee. UGH. I should really be writing more to make it worth our while.

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Dating, Features, Love, Tinder

I’m haunted, what can I say?

This is a weird one.

I’m writing this in a Gmail New Message box because I’m at work and don’t want to make it look like I’m slacking. I’m not. It’s a slow day.

I’m not even sure how to start today’s post. Initially I wanted to focus on the fact that the past two “relationships” I’ve been in have ended in ghosting, but I think this theme is far more complex than that.

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Consent, Love, Netflix and chill, Relationships

Party of Five Hits Netflix

Going a bit off-topic here. But everyone’s favourite ’90s primetime soap about a family of sexually charged teens (who also happen to find themselves orphaned) just hit Netflix. I’ve had some time to become reacquainted with the melodrama and feel far more judgemental now than when I was 13 when it comes to the Salinger siblings’ and psyeudo-sibling’ choices. 

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