A modern love story.
Once upon a time, in a far away yet still kind of unaffordable borough of London lived a young lady (lol questionable but I’ll continue) who was swept off her feet by a handsome gentleman with no commitment issues who owned a nice flat and had a stable job and they –
Sorry I couldn’t continue because I was laughing so much that I choked on the reduced aisle muffin I bought which is strangely dry.
Here’s the real story:
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By a man.
The world of dating can be an entirely confusing one. It seems like no one really knows what to do for the best. So when I stumbled across an article on the dubiously named website niceteef.com promising to give me top tips to attracting a man I was hooked!
And, because I’m kind – I thought I’d share some of these pearls of wisdom with you all.
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Picture the scene. A dimly lit pub in Hackney that smells faintly of beer and pork scratchings. My date is going surprisingly well for someone whose dating history is not dissimilar to an actual horror film.
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It was a cold and miserable Saturday night when NSF burst into my room bearing excellent news.
“I’ve been having a think about it and I think I want to go out and get a bit drunk”
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I’d like to start this off by saying that my mother is MUCH better at life than I am. She’s never late, she’s always on the go, she juggles four fairly testing children and pretends to enjoy it. She can pound all the wine and then somehow make it to her spinning class whilst i cry into my pillow and try not to be sick and she never gets her card declined buying a pint of milk.
She’s a marathon-running, super intelligent, annoyingly attractive, ridiculously funny boss woman.
But there’s one teensy chink in the armour which provides us all with many a moment of amusement.
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Disclaimer: I wrote this article eating a chocolate mini roll that tasted like it was made in my dreams.
Here’s a depressing confession. The other day I worked out that I’ve been on a diet of some kind for over 10 years.
Yeah told you it was depressing.
These diets have taken different shapes and forms: clean eating, juicing, an extremely short-lived stint of veganism, not eating after 5pm (awful don’t do it, nearly ate my flatmate I was so angry and hungry), the 5:2, stapling my mouth shut, no carbs, no marbs, no fun, just dust BLEURGHHHHHH WHYYYY.
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This time last year I got a very nasty shock. I was happily sitting at my desk, eating a cheese and tomato croissant from Pret (delicious) and planning my outfit for a seventies party my pal J was throwing that weekend that promised to be debauchery in flares.
My bubble was well and truly burst when an email dropped into my inbox reading thus
“Just a reminder that the Prudential 100 is this weekend. We’ve been trying to get in touch with you re fundraising but think we may have the wrong number for you (they didn’t I’m just shit with my phone). Anyway hopefully you’ve raised the £600 and are ready to ride!”
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