Tinder: My heart's telling me no but my mind's telling me yes

Here I am, a single girl in Paris, the city of love, romance and lights. Yet I have found no such thing after MONTHS of bad dating.

Seriously, months of it!

A guy who took me to drink cans of beers on the sidewalk, which would have been fine if  we had not chosen the particular sidewalk littered with underaged drunk teenagers and I wasn't wearing my cutest floral skirt. If that wasn't bad, another guy who pretty much talked to another girl instead of me in rapid-fire French (which I couldn't keep track of) throughout the entire date.

So I finally decided to succumb to peer pressure and social trends. Yes, I did the deed and got myself a tinder account.

Here's where my reluctance stems from: I knew I wasn't going to find a perfect gent out there in bars and cafes or walking through a park, as much as I would have loved to. So it began. 

And let me tell you how much I do not regret this. Possibly the best place to be a girl on Tinder is in Paris, where the men are not only attractive, but quite well behaved and well dressed. Need I say more? 

There was less of the trashy "do you like to give head" line, and more of the "tu fais quoi dans la vie?" (What are you doing in life?).

And people actually asked you out on dates! 

My heart says no to tinder. Is it an ideal scenario to meet Prince Charming with his chivalrous swipe right? Aren't we all waiting for that moment where you meet someone's eye and the sparks fly. 

But my mind is impatient. Why wait when you can have date after date lined up in a day without even meeting someone? It's got to pay off someday and you're logically bound to meet someone that you like! 

So let's continue playing the game, and see where it lands me.  

Dating tales of Paris

Here I am, a single girl in Paris, the city of love, romance and lights. Yet I have found no such thing after MONTHS of bad dating.

Seriously, months of it! What's a girl gotta do to get some romance around here?

This is part one of multiple posts, and you will soon see the purpose of it all.

So let me tell you all about my French men experience. Of course I expected love to be different in Paris, but in all the best ways! Sultry men, smoking their cigarettes, whispering sweet French nothings in my ear working all their god-given French charm.

Reality, as always, was a mile away.

Firstly, can someone explain to me how to get hot men to speak to you?! And then how to keep them in line after?

This was a learning lesson for me in that French dating varied a lot from Anglo-Saxon dating. The biggest rule being that once you had gone on a few dates and kissed you were pretty much boyfriend and girlfriend.

In a strange way I liked that. None of the dating multiple people confusion, straight to the point, no games.

However what I found was that the French like space. They don't have to be together all the time, in fact seeing each other once or twice a week is sufficient, even at the very beginning love infatuated stages.

What happened to romance?
The need and utmost desire to see someone as much as you could! Riding the last metro at 1 in the morning to go for a midnight walk with your lover?

Is romance dead in Paris?

Or just in my life?

More to come....

Lush 'Sandstone' soap review

I know, I know, it's been over a month since my last post, but if you didn't already know, I moved to Paris!

So the last month has been a whirlwind of emotions, confusion and stress. More on that later. 

Anyway I have the biggest crush on Lush, like mammoth sized. The last month has been hard on us both because it's been hard to find my room in my budget for my beloved Lush in Paris. 

But seeing as I am back in London for a week, I thought I'd review the mountain of stuff I brought this week! 

The product I'm trying right now is the 'Sandstone' soap:

Firstly, the smell is amazing! My brother thought it smelt like candy, but I thought it smelt fresh zingy and lemony.

It lathered up reasonably well and the smell lasted for a good few hours! It wasn't too overpowering or tacky, but just perfect, like most of the Lush smells. 

This soap is perfect for exfoliation with its grains of sand, but beware, as it can sometimes get a little scratchy especially when the bar is whittling down. 

I would highly recommend this for anyone looking for a good exfoliate/generally zingy smelling soap, however I personally cannot use it more than three times a week as I can find it a little too scratchy sometimes.

3.5/5 from me. 

Over and out.