I figure there’s a new pool of guys to discover – the ones who’ve just moved back home, the ones who are newly single after tough lockdowns, and the usual dicks who just want a new screw for summer.īut oooosh, it’s hard – and it’s not just me who thinks so. I’ve even dated the same guy twice after forgetting him, which led to a minor panic that I’d been through all of the men in Auckland and I was turning into a female Joey Tribbiani minus the sex (unfortunately).īut after a year of being very single – the thought of dating during this year’s dumpster fire was enough to put me off my rosé – I’ve realised that I’m ready to ‘put myself out there’ once again, whatever the hell that means. I’ve had rubbish dates, I’ve had amazing dates, I’ve had boring dates, I’ve had dates with nice guys with whom there’s just no spark. I’ve had two fully-fledged relationships off the back of them. I’ve used dating apps on and off for a while now. Hate when you see your ex’s profile, complete with photo that shows they’ve annoyingly lost weight and seem to be ‘happy’, which they clearly have no right to be. Love when that cute doctor suggests you meet up for a beer and a bash at the air hockey table at the arcade down the road.
Capsule’s Kelly gets stuck into getting back out there, and delves deep into the world of dating apps in her quest to find if not ‘the one’, ‘a one’.ĭating apps – talk about a love-hate relationship.
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