The dating pool in New Zealand is small. I’ve discovered there is a fun way to categorise our kiwi men…and that’s by career choice. Remember, this is written for entertainment value and based on personal experience. If you’re easily offended, I suggest you stop reading, go pour yourself a Pinot Gris, and remind yourself that life is too short to take things seriously.
A survival Guide to the Breakup apocalypse
We have all been there right? Whether you’re a fur toting London honey, a sun soaking New Zealander or a Canadian snow bunny, we have all been broken hearted. Walking around like the Grim Reaper; haggard skin, heavy eye bags and a hollow look on your face that resembles the anti christ. This is what…
Dating in London – Catching a Decent Date and feeling The Spark (part two)
…. Continued from ‘How to Catch a Date (Part one) ‘The Spark’. We chase after it like crack addicts hunting for a fix which is no surprise as everything today is about instant gratification. We have Uber Eats on speed dial, Netflix direct to our screens and Amazon Prime delivering within the hour. Dating is…
Dating in London – Catching a Decent Date (part one)
The Twenties can be a very conflicting age. Priorities for people range from ‘Can I afford that Five Guys burger?’ to ‘Can I afford my child’s daycare?’. Yep, half of us are Insta-spamming with our engagement bling and popping babies out like tic tacs. The other half are a harem of single, broke bitches still blacking out on a…
Dating in London – The Modern Love Letter is a Picture
Romeo and Juliet had a balcony. The Notebook had love letters. Dirty Dancing had the Tango. Nelly & Kelly in Dilemma had sweet nothings whispered over text (or excel?). So you have to question, how do we profess our love in the 21st century? Grand romantic gestures are what we lust after but today have…
Dating on Vacation – “Beware of Vacay Bae”
Courtney and I are swapping travel stories while walking up Primrose Hill, convinced we are proficient gym bunnies. We squat and lunge on the grass with a stellar view of London. She’s returned from solo travelling to Cinque Terre, Italy, and has the bronzed glow to prove it. “So where did you stay, on the…
In the City: Things I’ve learned being Single in my Twenties
I remember stepping off The Heathrow Express in Paddington for the first time. I had this vision. I was going to be a slim and sexy Carrie Bradshaw-esque woman who teetered along to gallery openings puffing on her Vogue cigarette, and sipping dirty martini’s. I’d be wined and dined by eligible bachelors and essentially I…
Dating in London – The Wolf In Sheeps Clothing, and other fuck-boys.
Once upon a time, little red riding hood was just trying to go about her normal day of visiting good ol’ grandma, when she is fooled by the big bad wolf who eats her grandma, and tries to eat her too. In 2018, not much has changed to be honest. Of course the Big Bad…
Dating in London – First Dates, not Soulmates
I’m sprawled across my bed on a Sunday, window’s flung open because yet again it’s a city heatwave. There’s nothing to do in a London heatwave except stand still and sweat. Which is exactly what I’m doing in my Tommy Hilfiger underwear with a towel wrapped around my head. Redbone is playing softly on my…
Dating in London – The Game of Hide & Seek
Hollywood is all about the ‘Boy meets Girl’ moment. In our favourite blockbusters, love blossoms over serendipitous moments with strangers. It’s the classic kismet scene of bumping in to someone, knocking the contents of their purse over, and boom three months later they are in love. Remember SATC? Fate hooked our girl up. Carrie bumps…
Chelsea in the City 