One of the hardest breakups you’ll ever go through might be the one you can’t even properly explain. Someone asks, “So what happened between you two?” You pause. Because how do you explain the ending of something that never officially began? “We weren’t really dating.” “We were just… talking.” “It…

Have you ever looked back at your dating history and realised you’ve somehow dated the same man three different times? Different face. Different job. Different height. Same headache. One couldn’t communicate to save his life. Another disappeared every time the relationship started getting serious. The next one was charming enough…

There’s a strange moment that happens after you’ve been single for a while. Someone attractive smiles at you. Your friend nudges you and whispers, “You should talk to him.” And instead of feeling excited, your first instinct is to laugh it off. “Please, I’m not even thinking about dating right…

Let’s be honest for a minute. These days, people spend more time texting than talking. Not talking talking—the kind where you accidentally lose track of time because the conversation is so good and you leave feeling like you’ve discovered another layer of a person. I’m talking about the endless stream…

If one more person tells you to “just put yourself out there,” I fully support you pretending your Wi-Fi disconnected. Because what does that even mean? Am I supposed to stand outside my gate like I’m waiting for a bus… except instead of a bus, it’s a husband? Should I…

There comes a point in almost every woman’s life when being single starts to feel less like a season and more like a question. A question your aunt asks every Christmas. A question your friends accidentally remind you of when another engagement pops up in the group chat. A question…

There’s something about being single for a while that makes everyone around you suddenly become a relationship expert. Your aunt starts asking when you’re going to “bring somebody home.” Your friends keep trying to set you up with every remotely decent man they know. Even your barber somehow manages to…