What a difference a year makes – what a difference a few weeks makes – what a difference a day makes…
This time last year I was single, about to embark on my first cycle of egg freezing, and was generally an emotional wreck.
This time a few weeks ago I was single, and bitching about my generally poor dating prospects.
Today, I’m still single, but I’ve got 14 frozen eggs in a freezer somewhere, and feel pretty positive about my life.
(And it’s not just because in the last few weeks I’ve been on two dates Continue reading
This is going to be a very short post, but something happened the other day that was so almost foot-in-mouth horrific, yet simultaneously laugh-out-loud hilarious, that I spent about five minutes waiting for my heart rate to go back to normal. Plus, when I told my friend, N about it, she said “You HAVE to blog about this.” So… Continue reading
Any normal person would probably acknowledge that going on dates when you’re a) not drinking, b) full of hormones that can heighten your emotions and c) embarking on a process that is quite emotionally exhausting, is A Bad Idea. Of course it is, it’s insanity. So I can’t really explain what on earth possessed me to go on four first dates in the week that I was doing my first ever egg freezing cycle. I can only assume that it was my subconscious telling me that if I didn’t want to have to go down the donor sperm route, I should get my sorry arse out there and find the father of my children.
It being January, it was quite easy to pretend Continue reading
So yeah, last time, I was off the booze for about a month. During that month I dated – of which more later – but incidentally, dating sober, should you be considering it is not to be advised. While, it wasn’t as horrific as I thought it was going to be, the soft-focusing effects of alcohol should not be underestimated.
I think of booze as a real-life Photoshop blur tool, gently fuzzing both my perception and that of others. Alcohol softens the more abrasive bits Continue reading