Tinder Tales – Ixnay on the Indertay

Back into the fray, my dear! With a sentence like this? I can actually imagine myself sitting atop a huge black horse, on a mountaintop, looking down on the battlefield of love. Armor fully intact but battleworn and with a heavy heart (with one too many patches, maybe). But ready for battle none the less.

Comfort Delusions

There’s this thing I do that always makes me hate myself a little bit when I catch myself doing it. Which is, sadly, quite often. But that’s just what happens seeing as I’m a stubborn old goat and stick to bad habits as vigorously as those sticky slimy slap-hands from our early childhoods to…well…anything. So

Tinder Tales – Picky

Opening lines are hard in online dating. I know. I’ve been there (that one whole time last week, but hey, I HAVE been there!). Scratch that. Online dating is hard. As a whole. In its entirety. Totally and completely. Scratch that. LOVE is hard. The finding it, building it and keeping it. But that is

Tinder Tales – Anal.

The unthinkable happened folks!The world must be coming to an end! Apocalypse is nigh! Hell hath frozen over and the flying monkeys are soon to descend from Walhalla. I sent someone a first message. On a dating site. For actual dating. SHOCKING. I KNOW! I made the first move. Which, in many ways is UNIQUE!Throughout

Pokémagic

Remember that post I did a while back on how I was super unexpectedly connecting over Pokémon Go with a colleague (jezus, was that already almost two months ago?)? After which I got straight back into being a Poké-addict, even putting my friend code in my footer and joining a PokéGo-forum? Doesn’t matter!! Because no