I thought I'd never be able to find anyone else who would have me, love me when I couldn't and hold me on those nights when I just needed to let everything out and cry. I'd lost that person that I could confide in and tell everything too. I felt anyone I dated, would see me as a burden.
I'm not exactly breaking news to you that many people love to bemoan the death of dating, and lament over the rise of... THE HOOKUP CULTURE *dramatic music plays/lightening crashes* Yes, some people -- many among our own rank -- seem to be under the impression that all we hip kids are stumbling into bed each night with a brand new Tinder match.
For many people, "single" is some what of a dirty word. They hope that it's a temporary thing, that soon they'll bump into the love of their life and finally, they won't be the dreaded single anymore, they'll be half of a duo, cloaked in the security of a relationship. While there is nothing wrong with falling in love, there is also nothing wrong with being single.
I was lost and confused after a recent break up and relocation. I was wooed by the image of myself I saw reflected in those reptilian eyes. We stated dating intensely; seeing each other regularly, he asked me to "be his girl", and gave me the keys to his house.
My sessions of talk therapy back at university helped my story telling. Every week, I'd walk through one of the colleges, past the restaurant where students were sitting and laughing with each other, past the duck pond where the college cat was watching hungrily from behind the bushes, to a door tucked away behind a wall -- Counselling.
Are you thinking about moving to London? Well, it's an amazing city but you do have to be ready to make some big changes in your life to adjust to living here. Whether you're a country bumpkin from the UK or travelling to start a new life here from overseas there are a few things you should know, straight up.
At some time or another we've all experienced our share of emotional hurt. And often when we're hurt, we dump our feelings on others or speak harshly. But this doesn't always work. Getting stuck with the hurt and moping around feeling sorry for ourselves also doesn't work. Suppressing hurt also doesn't work. Why?
To imagine that someone would choose to make small talk with a total stranger under the pretence of potentially dating them (or not) makes me want to weep - or track down the first boyfriend I ever had, tell him all is forgiven and exit the dating scene for all and eternity.
Did you know there are two types of single people in the world? Yup, some people wear single life better than others, but what distinguishes those who rock singles-ville and others who drown in pudding pots? I'll tell you - it's all in the attitude...
My boyfriend and I are two of the four million Britons now working from home. I am a writer, whilst he is a graphic designer. We both work freelance and so have irregular hours. We live together in a one-bedroom flat in Sheffield. Oh, and we have a cat.
oliticians, film stars, and some of the great historical leaders of our time, have played away from home and made some terrible decisions as their desire has superseded their common sense, making the headlines and creating a headache for all involved.
A short one this week and more of a heads-up to look out for my new favourite, ad. From the clearly very lovely, people at Dove.
Whether it's sipping a glass of cold sangria after a long trek up a hill in Barcelona, paragliding off of a cliff in Turkey (this IS refreshing, I promise) or the cold shower after an extensive day of sight seeing, camera snapping or for the more traditional out there, map reading, I bet there's something about going abroad, into the unknown that quenches this thirst.
You have the power to recharge, refocus and recommit, without slog. All you have to do is keep in touch with the beauty of your everyday life. The way to do this is through your story.
I'd rather be happily alone than lonely. I'd rather enter relationships only when comfortable in my skin; when not seeking to fill emotional gaps in myself. I'm reasonably comfortable in myself. It's taken a long time to reach this point.
Sex when you're a single female usually follows one of two extremes: you're either getting too little and gagging for it or getting too much and gagging on it...