Category: Dating

Dating, Tub Tracker

Sunday Brunch

It’s been a good lazy day. Started with brunch, ending with a zooted bath.

This morning we all gathered at a friend’s in Brooklyn for pancakes, tots, and heavy mimosas. I couldn’t be bothered with real clothes so I wore a sweatshirt and joggers that I have literally worn to bed. Multiple times. I also didn’t contribute anything but a playlist and my sparkling personality. 🤷🏼‍♀️

After we brunched and watched the Love Is Blind reunion, we decided to pack it up and head to the nearby taco bar. Can never go wrong with a taco bar, even when you’re in pajamas.

I was telling the gals about my new podcast (oh boy), my new blog (this very one!), and how I need to step up my Hinge game with a voice question prompt.

Did I decide to record the prompt in a noisy outdoor bar? Yes. Did I say the dorkiest thing about me is my clogs? Yes. Will I get any new likes? TBD.

In the midst of all of this I began chatting with a Tinder pilot. Tall, cute, seems funny and respectful. All good signs! But sadly he flies for Spirit. Clearly I’m not on the Delta level, so I guess discount airlines is my equal.

Stay tuned for clog chaos, but most likely rejections. ✌️

Tub Tracker stats:

  • 45 mins and coubting
  • Winding down from an edible and several drinks, but biggie wine cup ready for more action
  • Mellow music
  • Keeping up the swiping!

30 minute update: very sad I didn’t bring the bottle of wine in the tub.

Dating

Furry Ghost Pound Town

Well, things progressed. I agreed to meet Pound Town Todd. We had some great convos (in the Tinder app) and was looking forward to a night out. But let me give you a quick play-by-play of the messages sent leading up to our date.

Him: What are you interested in sexually?
Me: I’ll tell you later, I’m not writing them out! 💁🏼‍♀️
Him: I need to know if I should prepare my furry suit.
Me: omg
Him: Lol why is NO ONE interested? I paid all this money!
Me: I can’t tell if you are joking or not. Good for that community, it just isn’t my thing.
Him: Lol You’ll just have to find out in person

So we firmed up the plans to meet the next night at 8pm. We picked a place close to my neighborhood as he wanted to make sure I felt comfortable and on my turf/terms. Good, right?

So the next day he messaged me around 5:45pm confirming he was joking about being a furry and to not worry. I wrote back confirming that we are meeting at 8pm (two hours away) and the bar’s name, closed my phone and left work to shower/shave/date prep.

I took my time getting ready, drank wine, and danced around while getting ready. At 7:30pm I checked Tinder to see if he messaged back/re-confirmed the date and y’all the boy unmatched me. Blocked. Out of sight. Straight up GONE.

Did he show my profile to his friends/roommates and they said “ew gross, ditch her”? Did he chicken out after all that talk of taking me to Pound Town? Too much pressure? Or was he simply a furry after all?

Dating, NYC, The Hag, Tub Tracker

The Great Baths of 2022

It’s been a few years since I started this Bad Hag adventure, but it never really felt right. Now I’m in my late 30s, still single in NYC, and almost always high on edibles when not at work. The makings of a perfect story, right? So let’s do this thing.

Instead of going all the way back, let’s start fresh with 2022. In January of this year my dad passed away, work has been nonstop projects, and I just fired my therapist. So my self care? Baths. Long and often. How long and often you ask? We’ll let’s say last week I took four baths (outside of my daily shower) and two of the four lasted two hours. A heroic effort, I’d say.

The logistics are pretty simple. I’ve created a Tub Tracker in Google Sheets to track my progress, creating columns for type (Depression or Self Care), length, time of day, if I took an edible, if I brought in wine (glass or bottle), type of music, etc. But after my last 2+ hour bath I added two new columns: did I swipe on Tinder? and did I text an ex fling? Let’s just say both were yeses.

But the thing is, those columns are a great indicator of my overall mental health journey, which sparked the spreadsheet to begin with. And I’m happy to report this post is being written from the tub, bubbles still freshly intact.

So join me on this adventure of life reflections from the tub. Sad and wild entertainment to come. ✌️