Born In Northern Ireland, Jordan is a Pizza Eating, Netflix Watching, Coffee Addicted Writer. Currently living in Bath, Uk. A hopeless romantic with an unusually quirky personality, she's done everything wrong when it comes to dating and has lived to tell the hilarious tales. They say the Irish are meant to be lucky, but this girl is anything but.
We all have things we like about ourselves, some of which can be pretty weird. You might adore your eyes, or you might like your boobs, but only when you're wearing that certain top. It's not vain, and it's not being cocky.
I've never been an overly confident person. From as far back as I can remember, I've always had a list as long as my arm about things I would change about myself: both inside and out. I remember that when I was younger, I'd play a game with myself that I called "The Magic Game."
I had just moved to a new city. I barely knew anyone, and I found myself getting friendly with a guy I'd briefly met on my first day. He worked at the university, and his personality intrigued me. He was the sort of guy who didn't take no for an answer.
My parents divorced when I just just 15 years old. My mother spent the majority of her time focusing on her career, going back to school to get a degree and spending any spare minute she had on raising us three. She never made dating a priority and never had time for a man.
Whenever I used to hear the words domestic violence, I automatically thought of what the media portrays to us on TV and in movies. I pictured scary men beating the living shit out of their sweet and timid wives or girlfriends. It's something that unfortunately happens every day, not only to women, but to men too.
There's a famous saying that goes, "If two past lovers can remain friends, they are either still in love, or never were." And I've never agreed with something more in my life. I've had my fair share of relationships over the years: silly, meaningless ones, and pretty intense, serious ones in which I thought I'd found the person to spend the rest of my life with.
"It was like something out of a movie," my friend once happily shrieked to me about her first Tinder date with a potential new love interest. I had to stop myself from laughing in her face. Firstly, which movie is about a couple who meets on Tinder?
I first met Jay in unusual circumstances. He'd once accidentally messaged me on Facebook thinking I was someone else. From there, we became quite good friends. The first time we met, we went for coffee. It turned out we both loved coffee and I was over the moon at finding someone who was addicted as I was.
Once upon a time, I found myself dating a guy. I had never liked a man so much and so soon in, well, my entire life. There was just something about him that made me feel 100 percent myself. No silence was awkward, and no joke was misunderstood.
It's usually by the third glass of wine that I bring up the topic of oral to my friends during our drunken chats. I like to hear their opinions, and being close friends with a lesbian couple, I get extra information on topics like this. "I don't understand what your problem is," they laugh.
Now now, I can already see your horrified expression as you eagerly and curiously await to find out more. "He did what?" you may be exclaiming at the screen, and yes, you read it right. My ex made me sign a relationship contract with an actual real-life witness.
I first downloaded Tinder on a lonesome panic about two years ago. I was stuffing my face with anything I could find and lounging in my pajamas, spread out on the sofa and watching "Gone with the Wind."
There's nothing worse than losing someone you love. But what if they came back? Why does society not prepare us for the magnificent return of our unrequited love? Is it because it's impossible? No, it's because it shouldn't happen. People get away for a reason and it's best left at that.
A few months ago, I found myself dating a pretty nice guy. Wait, he was more than a nice guy... he was a really, really nice guy and I can't stress that enough.
Earlier this year I found myself excitedly diving head first back into the dating pool. Thanks to technology and social media the dating game is a tricky one, it's hard enough being in a relationship these days but apparently there are now different ways to be single. Who would have known?
I once joked over dinner with my friends that dating and meeting new people would be a hell of a lot easier if we all came with little compact instruction manuals. It could tell any new and potential partner everything and anything they needed to know about us.
It's usually by the third glass of wine that I bring up the topic of oral to my friends during our drunken chats. I like to hear their opinions and being close friends with a lesbian couple I get extra information on topics like this. "I don't understand what your problem is."
MY UNI BASICS
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I'd been dating my then boyfriend for only a few months. Things were great, he was great and there wasn't a problem. We'd discussed him coming home with me to visit my family over Christmas as we didn't want to be apart for too long and really, what better time to meet the folks than over a glass of mulled wine while it snowed outside?
Apparently, distance makes the heart grow fonder but what if it just makes you forget? Upon moving away from home and into the big scary world of uni, I thought I was pretty comfortable in my two-year relationship.
It's a tempting idea to sleep with your house mate but what if it all goes horribly wrong? One students shares her experience.
The Urban Twist
People tend to say things in the heat of the moment. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt with this one. Most of us out there are half decent folk. No one purposely sets out to be an asshole on a daily basis, am I right?
It was like any other Friday night. I was drunk, okay I was smashed. I was at my favorite club with my friends and I was having the time of my life. Enter the cute boy in a leather jacket and the night was already off to a great start.
My parents separated after a turbulent marriage when I was just 15. To say divorce was the best thing for them is an understatement. While my Father flung himself headfirst into a rebound fling that later resulted in another marriage. My Mother took a higher approach.
The minute I knew my relationship was going south was the minute my boyfriend made me feel like I was an Inconvenience. He was at his work leaving party and I was back home, visiting family. We'd barely spoken all day, barely spoken all week actually.
I'd never considered entering the world of Sugar Daddy's. I had a brief, uneducated idea of what I thought it meant and what it would require and never gave it much thought beyond that. That was until I recently received an odd message on Instagram.
THE URBAN DATER
Now now, I can already see your horrified expression as you eagerly and curiously await to find out more. "He did what?" You may be exclaiming at the screen, and yes you read it right. My ex made me sign a relationship contract. With an actual real-life witness.