I contributed to a fantastic post by Confessions of a Love Addict called Dear Boy.
The post was a series of letters written to boys from bad dates.
Here is mine, which was featured last Friday:
Dear Boy Who Thought Talking About Other Girls Would Turn Me On.
It started as very witty flirtation that made me excited to open my phone. I met you on Tinder, which made me wary, but you shared my love for Archer and you looked so cute on Facebook that I decided to meet you for a drink. You chose a crowded place on Jane Street that took me 2 trains to get to. You were shorter than I thought you’d be. Our conversation (or what I could hear of it over all the noise) seemed forced and you seemed strangely aloof. I wondered if I should have worn heels even though it was snowing. I was sure our first time meeting would be our last but to my surprise you texted me the next day asking when you could see me again. I chalked our uncomfortable encounter up to nerves and decided I’d give you another chance. On our second date, drinks again, you were funny and clever. I admired the fact that you were confident enough to leave your job as an investment banker to pursue a promising start-up and when you kissed me goodnight there were definitely sparks. A few more really fun, really alcoholic dates and I was sure this was on its way to becoming something real. But then, you disappeared. Two weeks passed and no word. I decided to take charge and ask you where you’d been. You replied saying that you’d been really busy dating this other girl, but not to worry! It wasn’t serious. I don’t know why you thought this was the appropriate response or why you were surprised when I never texted you back again (though 4 more texts on 4 more occasions did force me to appreciate your persistence). I don’t know who taught you how to date, buddy, but you should lose their number too. –Gigi
You can find the rest of the letters here on Confessions of a Love Addict
A special thanks to Lindsay Tigar for including me on her wonderful and inspiring blog! xx