So back to this chaotic dating pool.
Tinder? Straight in the bin. Absolutely not.
Girls, I don’t know what mess that app was, but between the men asking what size my boobs are and the classic “your place or mine?” within five minutes of matching, I realised very quickly that Tinder was not the place to find anything meaningful.
Also… how exactly am I supposed to tell these men that I currently live in the box room at my mum’s house because my entire life fell apart and my home went with it?
Romantic, right?
And honestly, I didn’t even know what I was looking for at this point. Was I ready for love? Did I just want a bit of fun? Would it even feel the same being intimate with someone new when I hadn’t been touched by anyone else for twelve years?
The dating world suddenly felt very confusing.
So, Tinder went in the bin, and I moved over to Hinge.
Now Hinge definitely had more contenders but let me tell you… matching with 70 men and having conversations with approximately none of them is a special kind of boredom.
Then I matched with someone different.
He was cute, funny, and actually witty in his messages. Not my usual type either about 5’8. Now girls, I do love a tall man, so this was slightly outside my comfort zone.
Let’s call him The Misogynist.
And yes… the name will make sense eventually.
We started talking and quickly fell into the habit of long phone calls — hours at a time most days. If I didn’t hear from him during the day, I actually started to miss him. Which is dangerous territory for a Lovergirl.
Five weeks later we were FaceTiming almost every day, and I was genuinely enjoying talking to him. The only slight inconvenience? He lived about three hours away.
Why do I always end up talking to men who live a million miles away?
Anyway, one day he asked if I would come and visit him. He booked me a train ticket, and I agreed.
Now here’s where things get slightly chaotic.
The night before the trip was my best friend’s birthday. We went out. I had a few drinks… maybe a few too many.
And the next morning?
I missed my train.
Yes, I know. Red flag behaviour from me.
But this man was determined. He called me and said, “I need you here. I need to see you.”
And then he did something absolutely insane.
He booked me an Uber from my house… to his house… three hours away.
Girls. I didn’t even want to know how much that cost.
But in my head, I was thinking, wow… a man this determined to see me must really like me.
(Spoiler alert: I was wrong. But we’ll get there.)
So, I climbed into this Uber with my bag packed, a horrific hangover, and absolutely no idea what I was doing.
When I arrived, he was waiting outside. He grabbed my bags, couldn’t stop staring at me, and made me feel like I was the most beautiful person in the room.
I can’t lie — it felt nice.
We went out looking for a pub he insisted he knew the location of… except he didn’t, and we ended up wandering around for over an hour. Eventually we found one, had a few drinks, and started talking about everything - dating, relationships, marriage, family.
Surprisingly, we aligned on a lot of things.
Later he took me to a restaurant his family apparently goes to every weekend, which felt like a pretty big deal. He even posted a picture of us on his social media, but strangely it didn’t feel weird or performative.
He opened doors, pulled out chairs, made sure I ate because I hadn’t had anything all day.
Honestly, it felt… comfortable.
I didn’t have butterflies exactly. I just felt calm.
And maybe that’s what love is supposed to feel like?
After twelve years in a relationship, dating as an adult suddenly felt very strange. There’s this weird pressure to get it right, but also not rush anything. A paradox if I’ve ever seen one.
We ended up back at his house talking until the early hours. At one point he did try to get a little handsy, but when I explained I wasn’t ready for that, he respected my boundary straight away. Green flag behaviour.
The next day I headed home yes, in another Uber. Apparently, I was living the luxury lifestyle that weekend. And we kept talking. I told all my friends about him. I was excited.
But girls… something about this man was a little too good to be true. And trust me when I say… you are not ready for the chaos that came next.
Because this story?
This story definitely needs a Part 2.
💌 Lovergirl Lesson
Girls, sometimes the scariest thing after heartbreak is putting yourself back out there.
But sometimes you have to take the leap, even if you’re not sure where it will lead.
Because every leap teaches you something… about love, about people, and most importantly, about yourself.
Until next time,
Love always,
Lovergirl 💌
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