July 2017. I left for San Diego to see my cousin Kunk mid-month. The Welder and I spent a few days together a week before I left. We went through the motions; sat by the fire, cooked dinner, watched TV, etc. I think I stayed one day too long. It’s like he had a threshold […]
Author: Poppy
Big Country…Part 2
February 2017. Big Country and I were getting along swimmingly. We spent many evenings cooking dinner together, watching hockey and sitting around his outdoor fire pit drinking, shooting the shit. He seemed like he was genuinely into me. I was liking him more and more despite the obvious fact that he didn’t want a relationship. […]
Big Country…Part I
September 2016. The buzz was back at work. Me and my work peeps did our typical “how was your summer” conversations. Paul was disappointed that I didn’t have any sexy stories to regal him with. I think he enjoyed living vicariously through me (hehe). He was also eager to set me up with someone, anyone. […]
The Dateless Spring & Summer…
April to September 2016. I vividly remember being ready to be single. Had I not been so disappointed over the last two years, maybe I wouldn’t have been so pessimistic about dating. The whole “take time for yourself and be comfortable being alone” was resonating with me. I had not taken any time to myself. […]
My Apologies…
November 2019. To my precious, esteemed and most patient readers, I apologize for my fucking tardiness in posting! Since my last post (The Roofer), I’ve become involved in a relationship. A fucking relationship. We are currently in the “can’t get enough of each other” stage of dating, where we are utterly consumed and excited. I’ve […]
Fuck Online Dating…
April 2016. I was shaking off the after effects of The Roofer. I was exhausted and drained. I had spent the last two years dating non-stop in search of “The One”. Everyone mourns the death of a relationship differently: -Some turn to friends and family for support -Others go on the rebound -Some take the […]
The Roofer
November 2015. We met on OK Cupid. This was the one that broke me. He brought out the worst in me and it wasn’t a pretty sight; but it wasn’t his fault. It was mine. I allowed him to be a part of my life. It was like I took all my “lessons learned” and […]
The Interior Designer
November 2015. Christmas was in the air and I was still on the hunt for a man. Swiping and reading profiles became an obsessive hobby of mine. Again, here was a man I met on Match. He was Italian, clean cut, he looked like he was in good shape and he had a nice smile. […]
The Wigger…
October 2015. We met on Tinder. He was cute. Almost immediately after we “swiped” each other, he reached out first. Shortly after, he started phoning me. Call me old school, call me traditional, I don’t give a fuck, I like a phone call. I learned that he was my age, owned a condo in Scarborough, […]
The Wedding Emcee…
August 2015. My cousin Cheese was getting married. A block of hotel rooms was reserved at a discounted rate and I was in search of a roommate. Queen B was already sharing a room with Chelle and Vic was out of town that weekend. Everyone else was paired up. About week before the wedding there […]