What's this blog all about?
In the Middle East, dates aren't just for eating. In fact, the dating world is just as extreme as anywhere else on this Earth. In this century. I honestly don't know where to begin.
It's October 2019, I'm nearly two years single. I'm a short fair haired thing at 28. Usually very well groomed. I grew up in the Middle East but lived my teenage life in the UK but the majority of my adult life in the Oasis.
You could say I'm an expat brat but I'm really not. Luckily my Irish mother grounded me quite a bit - in both senses. I've been described in three words as 'sassy as fuck' by my close friends but when you first meet me, I am actually this polite naive character.
My Relationship Experience
My relationship experience has basically been with two guys: from princess to doormat. First was my high school sweetheart, where I was provided a throne and all. And then I became the ultimate walk over, a mat on the floor that was trodden over by a narcissist. It is 100% the reason why I now have walls as big as China... you know, The Great Wall. One extreme to the other. So, I feel like I've had the best of both worlds back to back. I've learnt A LOT of lessons. Lessons I don't plan on re-learning but there does seem to be a lot of them to learn out there.
“Now I am out to find the next man that steals my heart. Although I have learnt that if you are looking, you won't find him. So let's just hope as I stroll on this path to love, some single hottie with excellent banter trips me up.”
The journey so far has been ridiculous. So ridiculous that my colleagues at work thought I should write this blog. And yes. You read that right. My colleagues. They don't know all the gory details but they've certainly had a laugh over the shit that's happened.
Grab yourself a cuppa and browse through life in the single world of Holly Whitaker.
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