The hipster & the fascistĀ 

Depressingly, I recently re-signed up to a dating app called OkCupid. The premise of this app is very similar to that of Tinder but with less sedated tigers. Emulating the actions of a teacher’s relationship with a four year old student, the user is given the option to ‘favourite’ potential suitors by sending them a […]

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Me, myself and wine

I’m what you would describe as a serial-dater. Call it tragic or impressive, I’ve been on a lot of first dates.  But I’m not the sort of girl that turns heads. I’m really quite short and although technically petite, I’m curvy (mainly thighs and arse). My facial features are understated and elfish. I don’t have […]

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The trouble with girls

Feeling defeated, writing this over a half empty glass of wine, it’s hard to believe the sentiment that a woman doesn’t need a man. It’s an age old problem, one that it seems there’s no solution to. Girl meets boy, boy turns out to be an absolute %#$@ (insert at your pleasure). Not long ago, […]

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