Dating in 2018: Compulsory Dating References for Exes?

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be giving a reference, a physical “he is a really great guy” reference, for a man I once dated. But here we are.

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Yep this legit happened. So sit down and strap yourself in kids, because this story is a dating doozy.

You see, social media, is such a beautiful thing. It is this really weird tool that connects people, albeit sometimes strangers. They can use it to meet up, post selfies, nudge each other (nostalgic MSN days), catfish each other (Instagram filters, editing tools etc), ‘date’ each other (flirt in the dm’s), then ultimately ignore each other. Obviously, being someone who works within the realms of social media, I froth social media. However, there are a lot of avenues on the web which I am not totally kosher with. So here I am, it is Monday afternoon, we are finishing up at work and someone who I do not know ‘slides into my dm’s’ (young kid, hip lingo) asking for a favour. Never did I ever predict what this favour would entail.

Let me set the scene – I went on a few dates with this person. We were introduced by a mutual friend who assured me he wasn’t a typical douche-canoe like every other breed of man I usually attract. And if I am being honest, to this day, he still isn’t in the same DC category as the others, but I’m sure that after a couple of sauvs I like to get creative with my wording so I am sure he has been painted ever-so lovingly to my girlfriends. Whoops.

Anyway, back on track. As most people who you are dating/not dating, we did the usual non-dating things such as dinners, lunches, breakfasts, sleepovers, meeting the housemates, meeting the friends, going out for drinks, you know typical NON-dating things.

Skip to now, I am going on with my day-to-day life and then out of nowhere, BAM, social media decides to be aid and abet an investigation into this man and he comes back into mine. Now please note, that we women, have specialised skills, much like Liam Neeson, if there is dirt to be dug on a dude whether we are dating them, our friend is, or our mums wants to; we will find it. Back to how I came into the investigation. It went a lil’ something like this –

“Hi Erin, I am doing some background intel and research on (BLAH). Can you confirm or deny that he is a nice guy or a douche-canoe?”

“Hmmm, interesting question (Insert name). How do you know him?”

“Oh hi! You know my friend (blank), she went on a date with him last week. I did some investigating (stalked his friends) and found you. Voila. Here we are. SPILL!”

So here we are. I’m sending through a paragraphed novel about this guy whose middle name to this day evades me, who re-introduced me to my interest in football (safe to report, it’s gone again) and paint him as a real-life oil painted Casanova, which he was. I cannot stress enough, nothing bad ever happened between this guy and I. It just didn’t work out. He’s a nice guy so I will gladly be honest and say nice things about him. I’m sure I could’ve said nothing and just blanked and pretended I didn’t know him or I could’ve acted like a scorned woman (not that there was anything to be scorned over).

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But I didn’t. So, am I officially now an adult? Is this what my Nan was talking about when she said, “rise above it and be the bigger person”? I can almost guarantee that Nan did not think that that would be applied in a situation such as this, but again, here we are.

So is this what dating is? When you consciously un-couple (apparently this is VERY 2018. FYI – You don’t break up anymore) with someone should you do a de-brief? Should we create a universally recognised excel spreadsheet, a ‘tick or flick’ for once you get the flick?

Sidenote – I would like to add that I committed the CARDINAL of all sins (according to myself, I know everyone else loves it) and ate Salmon for this guy. Also, the salmon ruined my eggs benedict and jokes on you for having to pay the extra $3 for it and me not finishing my breakfast!

Second sidenote – actually the more I think of it, I am a pretty good rebound/prepper for the next best thing. Literally EVERY single one of my exes went on and got married and/or fell in love and/or moved to Europe after they dated me. So, any takers?

 

Xoxo matchmaker girl.

My life, my way? No way, Jose.

Your twenties are your years to learn. To figure your sh*t out. To have your ‘AH-HA!’ moment/s. Or so they say. But why is a number, your age, so definitive to your life and its outcome? Why can’t you realise one day that your life is or is not what you want. Irrespective of your DOB, age or this ‘number’. To me, I thought I always knew what I wanted. I fell into a career straight out of high school which saw me pull out of my university degree and just do the 9-5 and thought that this was it. How life was ‘meant’ to be. How my life was meant to be.

Slowly over time there was a burn (non-medical FYI) and a drive to do something more. To be something more. Whilst still working, I started looking at different ways to harness my passions and this creativity. I created an online business. It failed, dismally. But I kept persevering. I attempted to start an import company. This failed, shock horror. Almost every week, I was coming up with new ‘ah-ha’ idea and sharing them with my parents. The whole time I am sure, they were beginning to get concerned with my constant “more, more, more” attitude and drive. It must’ve been exhausting for them because it sure was for me.

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It wasn’t until I went overseas in 2015 and had the opportunity for the first time in my life to truly be by myself with no external persuasions. I found myself on the other side of the world with no-one I knew. I was doing whatever I wanted and doing it whenever I wanted to do it. It was the scariest realisation and also the most profound of my life. It was whilst I was overseas I quit my job. I enrolled in University. I had decided my life as I was living it, currently, was not enough. To a lot of people, I am sure, I looked bat sh*t crazy. (I probably still do TBH). I was leaving a well paying, stable job, to do, well I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t know what I was doing. I quit my job without a new job to go to AKA I had no money and I was broke. But I knew I wasn’t happy. So I went about fixing it. I was heading for a breakdown and just knew I couldn’t do it anymore. I was no longer the naive young girl with the five million dreams; I had grown up. I was a woman, yes, but I had no f*cking idea what I was doing!

So of course, once I quit my job and questioned everything. I fell into such a depressive lull. People where asking me what I was doing, where I was going, how I was doing, what the big plan was. But I was numb. I had no answers to any of it. I felt stupid and worthless. I had f*cked up. Royally. I also knew I was about to in debt up to my eyeballs. I had also convinced myself I wouldn’t finish my degree.

What. The. F*ck.

Screen Shot 2018-05-20 at 16.16.43This pivotal moment is what led me to where I am now. Right now, today, I am surrounded, daily, but the most influential and positive role models I have ever met. My best friends, my muses, my shoulders to cry on, my fellow wine whingers, my gym buddies, my siblings, my parents, my friends who I have made as the moniker ‘Everything by Erin’, these people are my family. These people are my support network. These people are why I keep doing what I am doing. These people are why I have not quit and did not quit and will not quit.

Getting back to my original point, life is what you make it. Over the past two years I have grown as a person expo-f*cking-nentially. I get to meet like-minded individuals on a daily basis, I have developed my blog, my business and have nearly graduated university. I have done this. The woman who literally questioned EVERY aspect of her life. And still does. But I can do this. How do I know that? Because I’ve done it. And if I can do this, anyone can.

I’m not the person I once was. I don’t regret who I was, the things I have done in my past or the path that I chose. I am just different. I have grown. I have become my own person. I don’t follow crowds and I sure as sh*t don’t care about what people think of me anymore. I have my family, my mentors and my friends that have become my family.

Screen Shot 2018-05-20 at 16.15.10To the people who understand my drive, my grind, my passion and what I strive to do; thank you for sticking by me and loving me and supporting me. To the people who I have lost along the way because we’ve drifted or we are no longer connect; I’m sorry. But everything that I do in my life is for me. No-one else. For everyone who has supported me; thank you.

Watch. This. Space.

E x

Side note – All quotes in todays blog are provided by the EVER-SO smart and talented boss b*tch Colette Werden (insta is @colettewerden)

 

 

Single and definitely not going to mingle

There is usually more often than not, one question, you are asked when you are single. It is something along the lines of ‘why are you single?’ or ‘are you out there looking?’ or my personal favourite, ‘there is literally millions of fish in the sea, why aren’t you looking?’ First of all Cheryl, the great big ocean full of fish you are describing, to me, is more like a dirty mud puddle that has been made after a hideously big 4×4 drove through it. And I am wearing white. It is a combo that just does not go together and we sure as hell should not force it.

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Shout out to the singles who are legitimately looking for love. Obviously, I am not knocking singles because I know there is some that are pining for the one, looking for their prince charming, want to be swept off their feet etc. and that is completely their prerogative. It just isn’t something that everyone wants or needs. You do you boo. You decide If you are going to go out and smooch 5’000 toads over one weekend or just plant kisses on your dog all weekend (the latter is completely hypothetical I swear). That is all the beauty of being single kids.

“But how are you happy by yourself?” I know most people, myself included, has been happy either in their current relationship or a previous one. Like me, they’ve also probably been so angry with rage they wanted to break up then and there and would swear to stay single forever. In saying this, shouldn’t your own happiness be dictated by yourself, not other people? Being happy within yourself should be more important than what anyone else thinks of you. Period. 

Why aren’t these questions about their happiness or how their current life is not being dictated by a relationship? Now I am not saying that anyone is dating a tyrant or that relationships are similar to a dictatorship. I am simply highlighting the fact that sometimes it is nice to be alone. Shock horror. Mic drop. Plot twist. Some people, myself included, thoroughly enjoy being alone. The bed hogging, the lack of having to maintain their bodies unless they want to get some (don’t be a prude, we all know it’s true) is all a beautiful and blissful part of being single. So they call it marital bliss but why isn’t there a title for single? Other than the obvious spinster, cat lady, player or my absolute favourite, feminist. Why are these labels all negatives? From here on out, I would prefer to be called loveless legend rather than single.

But could you imagine if it was reversed? Cripes, all hell would break loose. Look at it this way, the next person to ask you, ‘why are you single?’, bluntly respond with ‘why are you in a relationship?’ and walk away. The same question just posed differently. Now a word of warning, after this has happened this person will most likely NOT stay in your life but cares there is like 7 billion others ya know? This is purely to prove my point. Do not say this to someone. In fact, I strongly advise against it.

So please whether you are male or female, young or old(er), channel your inner Samantha Jones/Sasha Fierce and be proud of being single, embrace it even.

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So my advice is this: next time you are tempted to ask someone their dating history; do not do it unless you have seen them on Tinder and are keen on a cheeky smooch. Otherwise, you are soliciting for a verbal smackdown that is approved by yours truly. Everyone has a private life that is their own. Shock horror right?! We wouldn’t want other people in our business so don’t be in theirs.

Happy Tinder’ing kids!

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PS – don’t drink and tinder. Might sound fun, but trust me, it isn’t. TRUST ME.

PPS – don’t drunkenly message your exes. AGAIN, TRUST ME.

Erin x

Why we always go back for the 5847th time

Like many humans in life, I crave normalcy. Not what everyone classifies as normal. I crave my normal. I’m talking routine of uni, gym, work, stressing, gossiping and socialising. The usual Monday to Sunday stressful rigmorale I had grown accustomed too. This includes my ex. Now this isn’t something new I’ve only just started. I’ve always done it. Every relationship I’ve been in irrespective of the duration or seriousness, at some stage or another I’ve re-visited. Nostalgic or dumb? You be the judge.

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Now I’m not saying it’s a given when things end that you are going to get back together. Obviously if there’s a scandalous reason for as to why you broke up, you aren’t to be blamed. Or you might just hate their guts. It’s all your prerogative and your bloody business. Not your friends. Not their friends. Not your parents. Not your gyno’s. No-ones but you and your (potential future) ex-bae.

The worst part after a break up is the fifty million questions that follow and the inevitable sledging that occurs. Now if you are going to try and salvage any form of ‘love embers’ (dad’s words, sick right?!); you need to quit the sh*t with the sledging. Because the second you even start paying this person attention again, EVERY single person you’ve ever said something to about them will remember and I guarantee that they will almost recite the exact wording re-creating the exact tones and pitch you used to first b*tch in the first place. Please note that this comes from a place of love and protection. I’ve been on both the receiving and giving end of this and let me tell you, it isn’t meant to come across judgy or b*tchy but more so think “big brother meets their innocent younger sisters first boyfriend who rides a Harley and is covered in tat’s” kind of protection. They love you. They want to protect you. They don’t want to see you get hurt. But as most people will learn, if they haven’t already, they can’t protect you. If you’re big enough and ugly enough to be in a relationship; you are big enough and ugly enough to cope with the BS that follows one.

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So thinking back to all of the tumultuous back and forth, two’ing and fro’ing ive done, I instantly am panged with so many “AH-HA” moments. Not just in relationships but errrthang. My hair; from blonde to brown to red to black (vom). My ideas on my career path; from police officer (lol) to au-pair to bartender in a strip club (got the job; pussied out) to going back to uni full-time whilst working two jobs. My exes; from thinking I was going to spend the rest of my life with my high school “serious” boyfriend to thinking that the bad boy I worked with would ever turn into anything more than a two-year booty call. Long story short, I’ve done it before and let’s be real, I’ll probably do it again.

I have friends that have gone back to their exes and they’re happily loved up. I have friends who have gone on to marry their ex partners. I have friends who have had kids with their exes. I have friends who went back for a bit of sexy-time and it turned to sh*t. And I know some people who think of their exes and instantly want to barf. It’s each to their own on this topic. All I know, is it’s none of my business and “you do you boo” definitely applies.

So who knows if it ever works out. All I know is that QANTAS ad really sounds good, it does feel like home (for now?).