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#3 ohhh the waiting

 Spending my Friday evening on the couch watching “F.r.i.e.n.d.s” clips compilations after a full day of wondering whether U will text me after the date?, I come to a conclusion that I don’t, in fact, need a guy. All I need is a person who I could trust with the most important things, like monitoring the level of supply of Magnum minis and Martini in my fridge. Doing laundry for me from time to time wouldn’t hurt either. But seriously. Is it the notorious "three day rule" in practice?

Report: 1,5 days after the date, no sign of life.

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#2 finally getting some... dates

Back from the field, present!

Even though I've recently got to know that I am in fact a pile of meat secreting hormones (what’s even worse – not the ones I should be secreting, OMG, do I have to suck at everything?), the world has magically decided to set me up on a date?. No, it’s not a typo. And yes, I will keep on adding “?” after each usage of the word “date” in this post.  Why? Isn’t it obvious? Just because I simply DON’T KNOW if it was or wasn’t a date (date? – not sure of the form in this context, haha).

Let me update you first. I met this guy, let’s call him U, on a party about two months ago.  It wasn’t a “striking-and-slightly-nauseous-first-sight-gut-spasm” kind of feeling, but I did like how he drunkenly admitted he hates small talk and isn't good with names. He has obviously gained my (also slightly intoxicated) attention.

And so we awkwardly texted a couple of times, but it became clear that the thing is dead and buried after short time.

And then, out of nowhere, he asked me out. And we went to the date? thingy.  I still can’t decide what exactly it was. I didn’t suspect a “daty” character of the meeting (as I prefer not to get my hopes up as nothing EVER works out for me in this area of life), but then, while sipping coffee in a hipster café, a couple of references to “second date” were made (not by me, my dignity is still there). And, I have to admit, I paid for my coffee. The thing is, as lost as I am in the modern dating world, I don't know if sharing the bill is the new "thing" (if it is, it must stop being "it" NOW), or it just wasn't a date date. So if anyone would like to help me with figuring it out, I would be more than happy to hear your opinions...

Blaaaah, love life is back!

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#1 let's get it started in here

Recently I am a complaining, unsatisfied bitch. That is because I’ve somehow become terribly outdated. I’m compulsively lonely and very very single for over two years (and by very very single I mean that there hasn’t been a single night during that time which would require shaving).  As I have been peacefully spending my time crying over my immature ex and wallowing in all the whatifs, which is already pretty shitty, the world had surreptitiously accelerated and suddenly everyone’s wearing running shoes to work and big clumsy-looking coats are in. Oh, and Anaconda is trending (like, really: where is the boundary now?).  And here I am, shamefacedly hiding my converse sneakers deep in my wardrobe (on the side: yay! I’ve hated them. Worst blisters ever), trying to comprehend how on earth can anyone with actual eyes find Nike Airmax shoes aesthetically pleasing (and worth 150 bucks).

Armed to the teeth with Nike Internationalists (a nice compromise between my taste and  Air-“style catastrophe”-maxes) and a brand new leather jacket (thank God these are still in style), I am standing right there, single and ready not only to mingle, but also to report right back to you. Wish me luck!