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Wow, okay this title sounds like a quote that could easily have been lifted from Zoolander 3, and uttered whilst looking into the back of a spoon, but I promise you it's not. If I added up how much time I've spent getting ready to go out over the years I'd probably feel a searing shot of pain, a bit like a slap to my freshly contoured face. And if I could add up exactly how much time I've spent worrying about how I look, rather than, you know, actually enjoying living and making memories etc, I'd probably feel it twofold.

This week the news hit that Zadie Smith only allows her daughter 15 minutes in front of the mirror each day because she is "wasting her time".  Her brother, on the other hand, throws on his shirt and goes out of the door - no messing, straight into the day. She implemented the rule to prove a point about time-saving. Zadie's daughter is only 7 - and the fact she's spending that time getting ready at that age is a whole different blog post on the pressures the young girls face today - but besides that, it certainly had me thinking about my own attitudes to getting ready.

A few of my friends have began to drop the makeup thing, citing "it gives me way longer in bed each morning and sleep time is precious" - bra-fucking-go, girls. Seriously! As when an early morning meeting calls my name via the screaming alarm clock, 9 times out of 10 I'll have set it a good 30-45 minutes earlier just so that I can spend that time doing my hair and makeup. Who's the sucker? Me, when I'm then also spending an extra £5 each day on extra strong lattes and a further £20 on even stronger concealer (it's a bitter, bitter cycle, can't you see?)





But leaving the house with no makeup on comes as no hassle and no drama for me. I still usually feel confident and comfortable in my own, imperfect and untouched skin, bar for the times I'm suffering from a hormonal breakout (if you could pass me a paper bag with two eye holes cut out, that'd be great thanks.) For the first time ever, I have no problem taking off all of my makeup in front of the men I've dated when they slept over for the first time. I literally couldn't care! And this may not seem like a big deal to many of you, but it's all a far-cry from the Sophie pre-2014, that would spend at least an hour going hard on the eyeliner and shadow each day, layering up full-coverage matte foundation to no end and maybe throw in strip lashes for good measure. Just to go into uni. That Sophie spent whole relationships going to bed with makeup on as if it was normal and acceptable (and coincidentally, that Sophie had seriously shitty skin too...)

Although none of those relationships lasted, my relationship with makeup, on the other hand, has. And like all relationships, it's been a tricky one to work out at times. The truth is, like I know many of you do, I quite enjoy applying makeup. It's fun getting creative! It's a bit like painting - and I was good at art in school. I definitely enjoy feeling my absolute best - which I do, without a doubt, when I've got a little bit of foundation and mascara on (although of course, if we didn't have these standards imposed upon us of what's beautiful and what isn't, would I feel this way?) And Studies have shown that women who wear makeup and "look more groomed" tend to earn more money and do better in the workplace (but if you look too made-up, people think you're unprofessional and often a bit stupid - it's a fine line of fuckery only us women get lumped with). Plus, when you work in a job like mine - one where your face is weirdly such a big part of the job - of course there is the pressure to look your best at all times.










I can't deny the joy makeup can bring - in terms of artistry, creativity, and above all, being able to enhance confidence - especially of those who suffer from bad skin or scarring on their faces. It's an incredibly powerful tool, and I'd never shame anyone for their choice to or to not wear makeup. But it's the bigger picture I'm looking at now - the amount of time we spend looking at ourselves, rather than looking to the world.

In one hand, makeup is wonderful, as it's one thing that women have to enhance and create and own, that men simply do not (without facing harsher judgement from the shitrags of society). But it is absolutely a curse, as it's something we face criticism for no matter our choices - too much makeup/ not enough makeup - fine lines of professionalism and looking "too made-up" yada yada. And that's something men don't have to bother with. Like Zadie said, bar perhaps a quick slick of some form of hair product and plucking a stray stubble hair, they're out the door into the world, living their lives instead of preening and perfecting, whilst we're here rubbing coloured creams on our faces to no end.

That time we spend in front of the mirror does add up. British women spend an average of 38 minutes a day doing their makeup. That's 4.5 hours each week. That's 10 whole days and nights every year. And if we take the average life expectancy of a woman - that's 2 whole years of your life spent applying makeup and getting ready. Two whole years you could have spent doing something else, something more worthwhile.

So then, what happens if I stop wearing makeup? Well, I'm not about to find out, because I'm not going to go cold turkey on it just yet. But what I am going to do is start to be more mindful of what I wear, and how long I spend in front of the mirror. Right now, my desk doubles as a dressing table, so I'm constantly faced with my face whenever I'm trying to work. And it is distracting. Not bc I'm so pretty, obvs, but because I do look up and think "ugh my pores are huge and my eyelashes suck right now and I'd look so much better if I did X" - like a clip from Mean Girls, acted solo by moi. And instead of working on that killer blog post I'm looking into exercises to shrink a double chin or adding £££ of beauty products to my basket. This post is probably going up 15 minutes late as there's a spot on my cheek I can see and I can imagine I'll keep staring at it until I decide to waste a further 5 minutes trying to pop it - sorry!

I'll never, ever stop doing something that makes me feel like the best version of myself. And if that's wearing a bit of makeup, so be it. But perhaps, for now, I should remove the mirror from my desk, so I can continue writing instead of obsessing over my monobrow situ, and of course, spend less time trying to look good, and more time actually living.

Do I Spend Too Long Trying To Look Good?




Wow, okay this title sounds like a quote that could easily have been lifted from Zoolander 3, and uttered whilst looking into the back of a spoon, but I promise you it's not. If I added up how much time I've spent getting ready to go out over the years I'd probably feel a searing shot of pain, a bit like a slap to my freshly contoured face. And if I could add up exactly how much time I've spent worrying about how I look, rather than, you know, actually enjoying living and making memories etc, I'd probably feel it twofold.

This week the news hit that Zadie Smith only allows her daughter 15 minutes in front of the mirror each day because she is "wasting her time".  Her brother, on the other hand, throws on his shirt and goes out of the door - no messing, straight into the day. She implemented the rule to prove a point about time-saving. Zadie's daughter is only 7 - and the fact she's spending that time getting ready at that age is a whole different blog post on the pressures the young girls face today - but besides that, it certainly had me thinking about my own attitudes to getting ready.

A few of my friends have began to drop the makeup thing, citing "it gives me way longer in bed each morning and sleep time is precious" - bra-fucking-go, girls. Seriously! As when an early morning meeting calls my name via the screaming alarm clock, 9 times out of 10 I'll have set it a good 30-45 minutes earlier just so that I can spend that time doing my hair and makeup. Who's the sucker? Me, when I'm then also spending an extra £5 each day on extra strong lattes and a further £20 on even stronger concealer (it's a bitter, bitter cycle, can't you see?)





But leaving the house with no makeup on comes as no hassle and no drama for me. I still usually feel confident and comfortable in my own, imperfect and untouched skin, bar for the times I'm suffering from a hormonal breakout (if you could pass me a paper bag with two eye holes cut out, that'd be great thanks.) For the first time ever, I have no problem taking off all of my makeup in front of the men I've dated when they slept over for the first time. I literally couldn't care! And this may not seem like a big deal to many of you, but it's all a far-cry from the Sophie pre-2014, that would spend at least an hour going hard on the eyeliner and shadow each day, layering up full-coverage matte foundation to no end and maybe throw in strip lashes for good measure. Just to go into uni. That Sophie spent whole relationships going to bed with makeup on as if it was normal and acceptable (and coincidentally, that Sophie had seriously shitty skin too...)

Although none of those relationships lasted, my relationship with makeup, on the other hand, has. And like all relationships, it's been a tricky one to work out at times. The truth is, like I know many of you do, I quite enjoy applying makeup. It's fun getting creative! It's a bit like painting - and I was good at art in school. I definitely enjoy feeling my absolute best - which I do, without a doubt, when I've got a little bit of foundation and mascara on (although of course, if we didn't have these standards imposed upon us of what's beautiful and what isn't, would I feel this way?) And Studies have shown that women who wear makeup and "look more groomed" tend to earn more money and do better in the workplace (but if you look too made-up, people think you're unprofessional and often a bit stupid - it's a fine line of fuckery only us women get lumped with). Plus, when you work in a job like mine - one where your face is weirdly such a big part of the job - of course there is the pressure to look your best at all times.










I can't deny the joy makeup can bring - in terms of artistry, creativity, and above all, being able to enhance confidence - especially of those who suffer from bad skin or scarring on their faces. It's an incredibly powerful tool, and I'd never shame anyone for their choice to or to not wear makeup. But it's the bigger picture I'm looking at now - the amount of time we spend looking at ourselves, rather than looking to the world.

In one hand, makeup is wonderful, as it's one thing that women have to enhance and create and own, that men simply do not (without facing harsher judgement from the shitrags of society). But it is absolutely a curse, as it's something we face criticism for no matter our choices - too much makeup/ not enough makeup - fine lines of professionalism and looking "too made-up" yada yada. And that's something men don't have to bother with. Like Zadie said, bar perhaps a quick slick of some form of hair product and plucking a stray stubble hair, they're out the door into the world, living their lives instead of preening and perfecting, whilst we're here rubbing coloured creams on our faces to no end.

That time we spend in front of the mirror does add up. British women spend an average of 38 minutes a day doing their makeup. That's 4.5 hours each week. That's 10 whole days and nights every year. And if we take the average life expectancy of a woman - that's 2 whole years of your life spent applying makeup and getting ready. Two whole years you could have spent doing something else, something more worthwhile.

So then, what happens if I stop wearing makeup? Well, I'm not about to find out, because I'm not going to go cold turkey on it just yet. But what I am going to do is start to be more mindful of what I wear, and how long I spend in front of the mirror. Right now, my desk doubles as a dressing table, so I'm constantly faced with my face whenever I'm trying to work. And it is distracting. Not bc I'm so pretty, obvs, but because I do look up and think "ugh my pores are huge and my eyelashes suck right now and I'd look so much better if I did X" - like a clip from Mean Girls, acted solo by moi. And instead of working on that killer blog post I'm looking into exercises to shrink a double chin or adding £££ of beauty products to my basket. This post is probably going up 15 minutes late as there's a spot on my cheek I can see and I can imagine I'll keep staring at it until I decide to waste a further 5 minutes trying to pop it - sorry!

I'll never, ever stop doing something that makes me feel like the best version of myself. And if that's wearing a bit of makeup, so be it. But perhaps, for now, I should remove the mirror from my desk, so I can continue writing instead of obsessing over my monobrow situ, and of course, spend less time trying to look good, and more time actually living.


Pull yourself from your prosecco in the park daze for just one second! Remember all the way back last month when that American girl's summer bucket list was found in Urban Outfitters and went viral? If no - where have you been hiding? You can find it here. It was so honest and fun and pure - well, perhaps about the bit about giving guys blowjobs, because that deffo was never on my teenage bucket list (but then again, this girl shopped at Urban Outfitters so she is obvs much cooler than I was back then...) and it had me thinking about my summer, and about summer in general. The long, warm(ish) nights, and that general feeling that you can and should do anything. In the winter, I hibernate. In the summer, I rise from the dirty winter ashes like a summery phoenix ready to drink all of the cocktails, eat all of the slightly undercooked BBQ sausages, and enjoy every ice lolly my Sainsbury's Local has on offer. Suncream? Don't need it - I'm a phoenix, (and a dumb Brit), remember?





Summer is about living your BEST life, and it's hit me that we are very quickly hurtling towards autumn faster than you can say roll neck jumper and pumpkin spiced latte. So I've made it my mission to make this summer better than the last (something I do every single summer, and haven't yet failed) and by doing so, I'm making my own summer bucket list - and I think you should too.






My summer so far has been pretty epic. I went through a breakup, bounced right back, stayed out all night, met a couple of hot guys, decided to move! Some guy asked for my number in a bar (this never happens in London anymore I swear), I got propositioned for a threesome by someone passing me a note, and my friend and I literally ran down the street away from a man in a suit that looked like Dracula after we drank the Pornstar Martinis he bought for us - and those three things happened in just one night!

Yes, summer has been epic. And there's still time left - if we can trust the weather man then we're on for an Indian Summer. So taking cues from that oh-so-(almost)- pure bucket list, I've got one of my own right here, of totally honest, fun, and silly things I want to achieve by the end of summer. Let's carpe that fucking diem, people!



  1. Stay out All night - like, literally all night, until 7am. 
  2. Make some new friends! 
  3. Take a last minute holiday - even if it's Paris! Or even Cornwall!
  4. Go to Brighton - I have never ever been 
  5. Go to two after parties 
  6. Go to some house parties! - I haven't been in ages. 
  7. Go to a fair
  8. Ask a guy for his number
  9. Ask a guy for his number in real life
  10. Ask a guy for his number in real life. Sober.
  11. Get drunk somewhere it's quite inappropriate to get drunk at 
  12. Get day drunk 
  13. Learn to do yoga
  14. Do a new sport - or any sport
  15. Go on a day trip out of the city 
  16. Borrow someone's dog for the day
  17. SPAAA DAY
  18. Spend a hot day by Tooting Bec lido 
  19. Go to a sandy beach in the UK
  20. Actually take a weekend off 
  21. Read 5 books 
  22. Go dancing at a proper dance class
  23. Go on a rowing boat
  24. Have a social media detox
  25. Have more DMC's over a McDonalds at 3am
  26. Get drunk on the weeknight with my normal 9-5 worker friends and make them call in sick the next day so we can watch reruns of The Hills like the old time

What's on yours?

Photography by Kyle Galvin



I Made A Summer Bucket List To Live My Best Life



Pull yourself from your prosecco in the park daze for just one second! Remember all the way back last month when that American girl's summer bucket list was found in Urban Outfitters and went viral? If no - where have you been hiding? You can find it here. It was so honest and fun and pure - well, perhaps about the bit about giving guys blowjobs, because that deffo was never on my teenage bucket list (but then again, this girl shopped at Urban Outfitters so she is obvs much cooler than I was back then...) and it had me thinking about my summer, and about summer in general. The long, warm(ish) nights, and that general feeling that you can and should do anything. In the winter, I hibernate. In the summer, I rise from the dirty winter ashes like a summery phoenix ready to drink all of the cocktails, eat all of the slightly undercooked BBQ sausages, and enjoy every ice lolly my Sainsbury's Local has on offer. Suncream? Don't need it - I'm a phoenix, (and a dumb Brit), remember?





Summer is about living your BEST life, and it's hit me that we are very quickly hurtling towards autumn faster than you can say roll neck jumper and pumpkin spiced latte. So I've made it my mission to make this summer better than the last (something I do every single summer, and haven't yet failed) and by doing so, I'm making my own summer bucket list - and I think you should too.






My summer so far has been pretty epic. I went through a breakup, bounced right back, stayed out all night, met a couple of hot guys, decided to move! Some guy asked for my number in a bar (this never happens in London anymore I swear), I got propositioned for a threesome by someone passing me a note, and my friend and I literally ran down the street away from a man in a suit that looked like Dracula after we drank the Pornstar Martinis he bought for us - and those three things happened in just one night!

Yes, summer has been epic. And there's still time left - if we can trust the weather man then we're on for an Indian Summer. So taking cues from that oh-so-(almost)- pure bucket list, I've got one of my own right here, of totally honest, fun, and silly things I want to achieve by the end of summer. Let's carpe that fucking diem, people!



  1. Stay out All night - like, literally all night, until 7am. 
  2. Make some new friends! 
  3. Take a last minute holiday - even if it's Paris! Or even Cornwall!
  4. Go to Brighton - I have never ever been 
  5. Go to two after parties 
  6. Go to some house parties! - I haven't been in ages. 
  7. Go to a fair
  8. Ask a guy for his number
  9. Ask a guy for his number in real life
  10. Ask a guy for his number in real life. Sober.
  11. Get drunk somewhere it's quite inappropriate to get drunk at 
  12. Get day drunk 
  13. Learn to do yoga
  14. Do a new sport - or any sport
  15. Go on a day trip out of the city 
  16. Borrow someone's dog for the day
  17. SPAAA DAY
  18. Spend a hot day by Tooting Bec lido 
  19. Go to a sandy beach in the UK
  20. Actually take a weekend off 
  21. Read 5 books 
  22. Go dancing at a proper dance class
  23. Go on a rowing boat
  24. Have a social media detox
  25. Have more DMC's over a McDonalds at 3am
  26. Get drunk on the weeknight with my normal 9-5 worker friends and make them call in sick the next day so we can watch reruns of The Hills like the old time

What's on yours?

Photography by Kyle Galvin






Let me start with a little confession: I don't even have Tinder right now - it's way too much admin. There's enough Whatsapp notifications and Instagram and emails to deal with. Yes, I've got Bumble and Happn, but I only ever really used them as a form of entertainment once Love Island had finished every night at 10pm. So as Love Island vanished from TV, so did my own imaginary love life. Plus, like I said, it is SO much admin. I make my living by writing about my life on the internet, which is essentially marketing myself online to women (you gals are my main audience! 72% to be correct... ) Plus, I've written so many times social media and reality vs fakeness of it all, and whilst my Instagram and my blog definitely showcases the highlights of my life, I'd like to think I keep it a bit real. But still, despite my complete confession of real life uncoolness, I definitely appear much cooler on the internet. So what happens when I try to market myself to men? On a dating app, rather than a social media app?

Well, I'm just right back at it trying to look way cooler than I am IRL, obviously. I'm not honest about my intentions, and what I want from the app. My bios are short, sassy, and unlike my blog (which reveals quite a lot, I guess) it reveals actually nothing. Oh shit, am I back to trying to be the "cool girl" that I hated so so much? Ugh. Anyway, for the sake of laughing at my lack of honesty and desire to seem not like a weirdo/ psycho on these dating apps, I thought I'd make a list of 10 things I'd include in my Tinder bio if I was actually being totally brutally honest about what I wanted. And, of course, if I actually had Tinder...


 1. "I just want a nice man to take cute candid photos of me, knows that when I say 'can you take a pic' of me, that I actually mean take 50, and who preferably knows what angles work and doesn't mind getting up early to avoid crowds for shots" - because what is the point of you exploring some of the coolest venues in London on dates (plus wearing a cute outfit) if you can't put a pic up to show you were there? And in my job, a willing Instagram Husband/ Boyfriend/ Tinder date makes life much easier.

2. "Please please please have a sense of style" - look, I do not understand why it is so hard for men to understand style. Men's style is so basic. Nice jeans, shirts, knitwear! Most men's items are classics, but hem lengths and silhouettes change just a little every now and then. That's all! It's not hard to keep up with. Why are people still wearing checked shirts with hoods attached at 30? Tight All Saints T-shirts with a neck slashed down to their belly button? It's not 2009. Stop. It.

3. "Not looking for anything serious BUT I would still like you to message me several times every day because I like attention and like feeling like you fancy me" - dear god, the thought of having another boyfriend makes me feel like someone has draped a lead trench coat oh so stylishly (and heavily) on my shoulders. BUT, although totally not ready for any commitment, if I like someone, I want to know what they're up to and I like talking and stuff. Not to mention, I'm busy, and have the attention span of a goldfish - if someone isn't making the effort they'll fall off the radar v quick. Buh-bye.

 
4. "Looking for a 6ft plus Irish man with dark hair, stubble, preferably blue eyes, body of a god, who has a decent job, a sense of humour and is a very nice guy" - Am I asking for too much? Because this is 100% my type on paper. But that's me being totally honest, and certainly doesn't mean it's ALL I look for in a person (because he doesn't exist - I've looked through all of London for him I swear...) Tbh I will accept all kinds of men so long as they're funny and nice, basically. But if they tick those above boxes then I will gladly put all of my eggs in your basket. 

5. "I don't look half as good in the morning with no makeup on as I do in these photos" - but surely, none of us do? That's part of the charm of dating apps right - element of surprise etc - you never know if you're going to be catfished or not?

6. "I love love island, made in Chelsea, TOWIE. Judge me" - they always judge.



7. "Want to play a game?" - because I will play them. Oh god, I hate my single self. My last relationship had zero game playing and it was more refreshing than a G&T on a hot summer's day. But single Sophie? There's no words. I try my hardest to be upfront, but a fear of rejection quite firmly puts me in this dickish game-playing mode. Don't text me back for 22 hours? Cool, I'll set my alarm for 22 hours and 1 minute and reply then. It's the thrill of the chase, I guess? And wanting something you can't have. It's fine, I hate G&Ts anyway

8. "Are you afraid of ghosts?" - another good question alluding to my bad dating habits. I hate confrontation of any kind (it's something I'm trying to improve on to make me a ballsier person) and that includes telling people that I don't like them. So if it's after one date, or even months of seeing them, I never have that conversation. I just say I'm too busy and stressed with work until they (eventually) give up. Coward? Me? Don't I know it



9. "Totally happy to split the bill but it would be nice if you offered to pay anyway #justsayin" -  there was a time, back as a Masters student in London, when I was living entirely off £80 a week. If I wanted to date someone, they would have to pay unless they fancied sharing a romantic meal consisting of a Chicken Mayo off the McDonald's 99p Saver Menu. It was a desperate time - and I weirdly expected them to pay for me. Now, I'd never ever ever not offer to split the bill. It's just fair - equality yada yada. But, I do think that if a guy does like you enough, he'll be a bit insistent on paying. Or at least offer to get more rounds than you pay for.

10. "Just on here to waste the time during ad breaks, train journeys, and waiting for the microwave to heat up my ready meal."  is there any more to say, really? 

10 Things I'd Write In My Tinder Bio If I Was Being Brutally Honest




Let me start with a little confession: I don't even have Tinder right now - it's way too much admin. There's enough Whatsapp notifications and Instagram and emails to deal with. Yes, I've got Bumble and Happn, but I only ever really used them as a form of entertainment once Love Island had finished every night at 10pm. So as Love Island vanished from TV, so did my own imaginary love life. Plus, like I said, it is SO much admin. I make my living by writing about my life on the internet, which is essentially marketing myself online to women (you gals are my main audience! 72% to be correct... ) Plus, I've written so many times social media and reality vs fakeness of it all, and whilst my Instagram and my blog definitely showcases the highlights of my life, I'd like to think I keep it a bit real. But still, despite my complete confession of real life uncoolness, I definitely appear much cooler on the internet. So what happens when I try to market myself to men? On a dating app, rather than a social media app?

Well, I'm just right back at it trying to look way cooler than I am IRL, obviously. I'm not honest about my intentions, and what I want from the app. My bios are short, sassy, and unlike my blog (which reveals quite a lot, I guess) it reveals actually nothing. Oh shit, am I back to trying to be the "cool girl" that I hated so so much? Ugh. Anyway, for the sake of laughing at my lack of honesty and desire to seem not like a weirdo/ psycho on these dating apps, I thought I'd make a list of 10 things I'd include in my Tinder bio if I was actually being totally brutally honest about what I wanted. And, of course, if I actually had Tinder...


 1. "I just want a nice man to take cute candid photos of me, knows that when I say 'can you take a pic' of me, that I actually mean take 50, and who preferably knows what angles work and doesn't mind getting up early to avoid crowds for shots" - because what is the point of you exploring some of the coolest venues in London on dates (plus wearing a cute outfit) if you can't put a pic up to show you were there? And in my job, a willing Instagram Husband/ Boyfriend/ Tinder date makes life much easier.

2. "Please please please have a sense of style" - look, I do not understand why it is so hard for men to understand style. Men's style is so basic. Nice jeans, shirts, knitwear! Most men's items are classics, but hem lengths and silhouettes change just a little every now and then. That's all! It's not hard to keep up with. Why are people still wearing checked shirts with hoods attached at 30? Tight All Saints T-shirts with a neck slashed down to their belly button? It's not 2009. Stop. It.

3. "Not looking for anything serious BUT I would still like you to message me several times every day because I like attention and like feeling like you fancy me" - dear god, the thought of having another boyfriend makes me feel like someone has draped a lead trench coat oh so stylishly (and heavily) on my shoulders. BUT, although totally not ready for any commitment, if I like someone, I want to know what they're up to and I like talking and stuff. Not to mention, I'm busy, and have the attention span of a goldfish - if someone isn't making the effort they'll fall off the radar v quick. Buh-bye.

 
4. "Looking for a 6ft plus Irish man with dark hair, stubble, preferably blue eyes, body of a god, who has a decent job, a sense of humour and is a very nice guy" - Am I asking for too much? Because this is 100% my type on paper. But that's me being totally honest, and certainly doesn't mean it's ALL I look for in a person (because he doesn't exist - I've looked through all of London for him I swear...) Tbh I will accept all kinds of men so long as they're funny and nice, basically. But if they tick those above boxes then I will gladly put all of my eggs in your basket. 

5. "I don't look half as good in the morning with no makeup on as I do in these photos" - but surely, none of us do? That's part of the charm of dating apps right - element of surprise etc - you never know if you're going to be catfished or not?

6. "I love love island, made in Chelsea, TOWIE. Judge me" - they always judge.



7. "Want to play a game?" - because I will play them. Oh god, I hate my single self. My last relationship had zero game playing and it was more refreshing than a G&T on a hot summer's day. But single Sophie? There's no words. I try my hardest to be upfront, but a fear of rejection quite firmly puts me in this dickish game-playing mode. Don't text me back for 22 hours? Cool, I'll set my alarm for 22 hours and 1 minute and reply then. It's the thrill of the chase, I guess? And wanting something you can't have. It's fine, I hate G&Ts anyway

8. "Are you afraid of ghosts?" - another good question alluding to my bad dating habits. I hate confrontation of any kind (it's something I'm trying to improve on to make me a ballsier person) and that includes telling people that I don't like them. So if it's after one date, or even months of seeing them, I never have that conversation. I just say I'm too busy and stressed with work until they (eventually) give up. Coward? Me? Don't I know it



9. "Totally happy to split the bill but it would be nice if you offered to pay anyway #justsayin" -  there was a time, back as a Masters student in London, when I was living entirely off £80 a week. If I wanted to date someone, they would have to pay unless they fancied sharing a romantic meal consisting of a Chicken Mayo off the McDonald's 99p Saver Menu. It was a desperate time - and I weirdly expected them to pay for me. Now, I'd never ever ever not offer to split the bill. It's just fair - equality yada yada. But, I do think that if a guy does like you enough, he'll be a bit insistent on paying. Or at least offer to get more rounds than you pay for.

10. "Just on here to waste the time during ad breaks, train journeys, and waiting for the microwave to heat up my ready meal."  is there any more to say, really? 

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