It’s like I have a whole cataglogue of men right there – many of whom end up messaging me (no idea why, I have just an average selfie as a photo), and so I have the power to disregard someone if they use “their/there/they’re” incorrectly, for example.
I have no idea whether my last 3 boyfriends could use proper grammar but seeing as two of them write for a living I’m guessing at least they do. The event ticket was £14 and was held at a bar called Zero Degrees, which is famous for its craft beer and pizza.
I think if I didn’t blog, I would spend a hell of a lot more time sat at home doing things that normal people do, like spend time reading and maybe even watch that thing called TV that people talk a lot about.
One of the things I have done recently for the amusement of you, dear readers, is go to speed dating. My OK Cupid subscription (I pay for the benefits) renewed itself the other week so I hang in there to get good value for money, but on the whole I’m tired of getting 10 “hey babe”/”nice eyes”/”why didn’t you reply to the lame message I sent you 3 days ago???!!!??? I’ve written about it a bit before but I really feel that online dating is killing human interraction.
The evening includes a one-hour class, one drink and some food to fuel your fancy footwork.
It had just gone midnight when I started writing this post, and I was on the ‘vomit train’ as my friends affectionately know the midnight stopper from Paddington to Reading. I don’t work in London, but rushed into the centre after work both evenings, all obviously in the name of the 30 Dates Challenge.
My course is an intermediate-level neuroscience course that builds on knowledge they should have gained in more introductory-level work.Speed dating, as two separate words, is often used as a generic term for similar events.