If you know me, or are a regular reader of
my blog, you will know that I am partial to a date or two. Sadly, all of these dates are from Tinder/Happn
(cry me a river).
If you know me, you will also know that I
enjoy being single and am in no way in need of a relationship. I date because it’s
entertaining, not because I’m waiting to be whisked away by Prince Charming,
because let's face it, he went down with Cindy a long time ago.
On said dating apps, there tend to be three
categories of men, and forgive me for stereotyping, but in this instance, it’s
plain necessary:
- Good looking men who are bloody basic and have the intelligence of a pea. They will most likely also be holding a bottle of Grey Goose and have a selfie of them bicep curling in the gym. Vom.
- Men that are ‘aesthetically challenged’ and have a bio that reads something like ‘Hi, I’m Darren! I’m 5 ft 8 I like keeping fit, going on walks and eating out lol. Message me to find out more!’. Bless you Darren, I hope you find someone equally as lovely but it ‘aint me.
- Fucking idiots.