The Fresh Princess of Dating
In a tiny lil' village I was born and raised
In long-ass relationships I spent most of my days
Making love, chilling and relaxing
Being happy wasn’t too taxing
When me and the ex, fell outta love
And I took a job in a Big City full of new bubs
Met a couple of guys who were up to no good
They started causing trouble under my hood
I got into a few little scrapes and my got scared
So I started writing this blog for any other girls
who may find them selves unprepared….
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The dating adventures of a
Tinderella in LDN
Are you done done being sassy yet?
No.
Tinderella
What is she going on about?
The following posts are snippets of my experiences as a single-pringle in London who had less than no frigging idea what she was doing with the whole #DatingThing.
I mean you sure don’t learn the rules anywhere at school. Whilst there's loadsa books out there on the aforementioned “dos-and-dont's” things have changed... Between apps, f*ckboys, f*ckbuddys and feelings….it can lead to a whole world of trouble if you don’t know what you are playing at. By sharing some of the things i've learned on the job, I hope it might just save you from some red-faced moments out in the game. Or at least assure you that you aren't the only one sweetheart.
Please note - if you are easily offended by stories about catching the feelings, awkward and uncomfortable moments that occur on dates, or detailed descriptions of graphic #Shenanigans then this will not be for you.
I mean go read a food blog instead. Actually if you find a good one lemme know. I love food….
So names and identities have been altered, as no one needs any agg, however the events in these posts all happened as told. Though some things may have been edited for self preservation….not too much though as I’ve always been a solid gold over-sharer.
Does she even have any mates though?
I need to pay some special attention to the people who have guided me through this process. First and foremost the squad of princesses I am lucky enough to call my bubs. No question in the group chats is ever left unanswered, no matter how ridiculous. No draft of a text or screen shot of a message if ever left un-anyalsed or decoded.
And I need to thank the boys too. I am lucky enough to live with two men who can be classed as “good ones”. And guess what little daters? According to real life men, he actually means exactly what he says in his texts. Who knew?
Happy reading poppets
All the love
Tinders’
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