Anyone who knows me in real life will know this story from when it happened back in 2016, it’s pretty much a favourite tale to dust off every so often during social events.
So settle down, kiddos… here’s the story of the date who ate my ice cream.
I wish he was that cute though…
Before 2016, I had never lived by myself. It felt like something I could have really done, but never really had the chance (or balls) to.
So on the first of May, I moved out…
Déjà vu (noun) The illusion of having previously experienced something actually being encountered for the first time.
Feels very relevant, seeing as I haven’t blogged again for over 2 years! Terribly inconsistent but I have good reasons, honest!!
So I’ve not really blogged about my job since restarting my ol’ blog… so I best do a little intro.
I work for a digital and print media agency specialising in video game promotion and marketing; my role is to organise and manage key projects and events on behalf of the company and it’s clients. One of our key titles is the Pro Evolution Soccer (PES) series produced and published by KONAMI Digital Entertainment. I am part of a team which manages the global PES eSports system, PES League, and programme of online and offline events.
So I had a bad date with the help of Dutch, so the best thing to do was Taylor Swift it.
Shake that shit off.
And yes, Taylor Swift is a guilty pleasure and one of my spirit animals. Judge me all you want.
I found out a couple of months ago that my dad hates carrot cake. After I comprehended the fact that we are biologically connected… I decided to make him a birthday cake that I knew my dad would love. Which isn’t cake at all:
… and it’s time to dive into the single pool to try and catch me a fish. Or as other people call it – dating.
I put myself on a dating site, then it’s a case of pulling on a metaphorical pair of waders and find a frog worth kissing. Unfortunately, having been in a relationship for a while meant that I was somewhat naive.
So here it is: my first date since the big break-up. And it was a doozy…
You’re single and ready to mingle. You have the flattering sexy dress / outfit, you nailed your make-up, you’re oozing confidence but there’s a hitch:
How do you meet people to date?!
Seriously? What do you do?! Cover yourself in bacon and stand in the middle of a club to twerk? Set up a Wile E. Coyote trap with a decent steak and beer, stooped round the corner holding the other end of the string? How was I going to get into the dating scene?!
My mum and I are close; so every opportunity I get, I like to do something special. One way, I do religiously, is to make her a delicious cake for her birthday. 2015 was no exception! (Yeah, I haven’t blogged for a long time!) And this was the funniest cake!
As I’m hurtling towards the bright, blinding exit light that is my 20’s; I feel like I should be having a meltdown as middle age looms ever closer. So I decided to do a thing… it’s called a “kicking the 30 bucket” list which is snappier then :
13 things to do by the time I’m done with being 30 (so by the age of 30 years and 364 days old).
Cue the theme tune!