
“In the rat race that is modern love, perhaps we’re all just fighting through the noise…”
Time to talk social media and all things contemporary love. So, are modern men refusing to commit because they’re always waiting for something better? Is

Time to talk social media and all things contemporary love. So, are modern men refusing to commit because they’re always waiting for something better? Is

















I heard my name muttered as I rooted through my clutch in the pub queue. I knew that voice, lifting my head to confirm my

















The question on the mind of single women everywhere: Why do so many men boldly assume we are obsessed with them? Can somebody please clear

















Here we were again, I looked at him sleeping beside me and thought: “The girls are going to bloody kill me!” I stared at the

















Fate. A short word with an entire universe of meaning. I’ve always been a believer, even when it comes to people. I believe there’s a

















I walked through my bedroom door, flung my bag of chips onto the bed, one high-heel onto the floor, lashes on my bedside locker and

















Romantic dates are so hyped. We see someone, get that tingly soul feeling and think “Sure let’s drink coffee together and see if we enjoy

















YOU GOT THIS. I do not say this lightly, you really do. As we enter Level 5 lockdown again, life can feel very overwhelming and

















There are some men I wish we could read like the back of a book, but I tend to date the ones who rip out

















Something I do not miss about pubs? When you’re out with the girls and one of them says: “He’s over there, just saw him come

















Boyfriends. I know so many amazing girls who question their worth because they’ve never had a boyfriend before. Yikes, girl, HOW does that determine your

















We were both posing under flashing nightclub lights. How I got there I didn’t know, but somehow I was posing for a picture with the

















There’s a certain glamour to modern dating in rural Ireland. It isn’t skyscrapers and designer stilettos, it’s the smaller Penneys and reduced River Island purses.

















The table between us felt like an ocean. There was loads of things to say, but deep down I knew we had reached the finish

















I was at breaking point with the “What are we?” pondering. How much was too much, was it possible to ask him what was going

















I arrived home, high off the thrill of him but well aware I was about to tumble straight into feeling like crap. Why is it