You move to Sydney with your boyfriend, you break up, you move in with a flatmate and an awesome puppy, and life is suddenly smooth. So, what’s next? It’s a tale as old as time, or at least as old as Perfect Match. You go on TV to find true love! Enter First Dates, the … Continue reading
A month or so ago, I swiped a guy on Tinder that looked exactly like Steve Sanders from Beverly Hills 90210. I should explain. In 1992, while all my pre-teen friends were falling in love over the brooding, wrinkly, surfer douchebag Dylan, or hitching themselves to the train of idealistic, intensely gelled, journalist-to-be nerd Brandon, … Continue reading
According to MX, the free paper given out to commuters in Brisbane, there’s only 200 000 eligible men that a woman can date in this city. This is apparently disastrous news. I read this some months ago and this weekend, as I pondered my life during the thunderstorm drive from hell, it just occurred to … Continue reading
Brisbane really is the little train that could (as I’m writing this, Flood Event 2013 has shut down our rail lines but stay with me). We don’t have the internationality and sophistication of Sydney, nor the food or coffee or general European fabulousness of Melbourne. We don’t have delicious wines or a moniker like Radelaide … Continue reading
Even when you’re not actually in a relationship. “How’s your personal trainer going?” I asked a social acquaintance over lunch, remembering from our prior meeting that said acquaintance had more interest in the ‘personal’ than the ‘training’ part of the arrangement. “Did you ask him out for coffee in the end?” She sighed and said, … Continue reading
