An attempt to vicariously dip my toe back in the dating pool. A super chill and organic environment for a natural spark to occur, right? I was in the luteal phase of my cycle; grumpy, sad, sore boobs.
The last thing I felt like doing was mingling at a singles event. Interested to hear how others navigate the world?
Head to our Life section. The crowd was lively and cute, and it being my first time at this iconic establishment, I was immediately impressed by the beauty and weirdness of the building I later found out the Ballroom is allegedly haunted , which makes so much sense now. Still feeling a little shy, my friend and I took a post at the back of the room, sipping our Proseccos at a dimly-lit table.
I had told myself I was here strictly for story-writing purposes and now, sitting in the dusty corner I felt like a caricature of a journalist sleuth, only missing the sand-coloured trench coat and fedora. For context, I have been on a dating hiatus for almost the entire year.
This evening was an attempt to vicariously dip my toe back in the dating pool. From my observation point, I watched the crowd getting busier by the minute, an electric buzz growing in the air.
