I have been trying to nail my text banter game. I am doing well, but it’s exhausting.
Nothing makes me feel more single than when I run into someone I haven’t seen in a while and they ask about a guy I dated over a months ago and I have no clue who the hell they’re talking about.
The morning after a hook up is always a weird thing…
I don’t know why guys tend to think that FB profile pictures are a free for all…
Looking at the first 13 – 15 photos of myself as I serve as a human shield to my crush while he tries to socialise with anyone but me is horrifying.
I make $72,000 including super, so that’s about $933 in my account each week.
Are we still fighting? Yes.
Finish work at 3:30pm and head to the pub with some mates…plan on just having a couple turns into $550
A carton of milk has gone off in my fridge in the time it’s taken her to pull the first-date trigger…
“Hit the back of the car in front while texting”
“I wouldn’t even pay my own Mum’s ransom if it was $60. Though, in this case it was awkward to refuse, so I paid.”
I thought this would be fun, but I feel like a bad person.
It’s a stupid idea, but I’m trying this new thing with my boyfriend where I just let him make the mistakes and then realise that I’m smarter than him later.
Note: When you meet a guy that is using only 1 of the 8 buttons on his shirt. Chances are, he is bad news.
“Today is ‘date day’ 1, of the 2 I have this week. I am running late, about to order an UBER when I see a cab. More expensive… but what can you do: $27”
It’s my friend’s birthday, so we decide to go to a bar that I can not afford food at.
How did she spend $654.50 in a week?
What I have learnt is that during any prolonged hook-up there is a passive aggressive battle for housing dominance.