So this isn’t a blog about a tinder date per se but it is one hell of a story. Those of you who follow me on facebook will know that while I was living in London had a relationship with an absolutely wonderful guy for just under two years. Things didn’t work out between us…
Author: Ariana Dunne
So I've finally done it. Created this blog where I can write and sing and dance... ok no probably just write to be fair. I'll be posting a mix of dating stories in my quest to find my OTL as well as some poetry, shorts stories and maybe even a play or two. Just my passion on a page basically. I'm grateful for the chance to speak to you. Your feedback is welcome...I hope you enjoy. Happy reading xx
The Dealbreaker – part 2
“Stephens Green 6pm, it’s a date” But as the Monday of the BH weekend drew nearer I was in no more mood for a date than I was for sticking pins in my eyes. After a 118km trek through the hills of Northern Spain with my Madre on the camino walk I was utterly exhausted….
The Dealbreaker
So it’s been a while since I have written one of these, I know. Sadly it’s not because I’ve gone and found my OTL it’s simply because I can’t bag myself a feckin Tinder date for love nor money in this god for saken country. Honestly in London I could have been on Tinder…
The Islander
Lots of readers of this blog have messaged me to say that reading about my dating exploits have encouraged them to try out Tinder for themselves, although god only knows why as none of the dates I have written about on here have ended in true love… yet. And I suppose the yet is the…
The Spy – Part 6
And so it was I set about forgetting about him. Turns out after years of practice it was becoming easier and easier for me to get over a man who had let me down. After my anger subsided and after I had angrily deleted our Tinder conversations and whatsapp messages from my phone (annoyingly not…
The Spy – part 5
Turns out I didn’t need to dump him cause he dumped me about a week later. After our Facebook ‘fight’ I didn’t see him again until the following Tuesday. I tried to orchestrate it that we would go back to his so I suggested meeting in the city for dinner but he said that he…
The Spy – Part 4
And so it was we began dating. After our afternoon of pool and cider he came back once again to my bedroom and we did what all people do who are in the throes of new found lust. After, I cooked us some food: my pear, walnut and blue cheese salad with quick fried steak…
The Spy – part 3
The next morning I skipped into work. I walked down the road with a coffee in my hand feeling elated with life, new job, great date and it was a Friday. Happy Days! He texted me ‘Good morning’ and bid me a good day. His phone went into lockdown when he entered his work building…
The Spy – Part 2
The Date On the tube on the way to my rendevouz I got a message from him. “So sorry, running late, couldn’t get out of work, I’ll be there in 15/20 mins” Damn. This was disappointing. I hated being the first to arrive on a date. Trying to look demure and nonchalant took effort, and that…
SWIPE RIGHT 