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1. Newsflash: Bad bitches don't live with their mommy.

When lockdown 1.0 hit I had a mortgage with someone I thought I was going to marry.


Come October 2020 and the start of lockdown 2.0 I found myself hauling three and a half years of my life into a suitcase and wheeling it back into my parents’ suburban home. During this time my younger brother and his girlfriend had been locked down with my parents. ‘James and Beth are in the guest room, so I’ve put you in James’ room’ my mum said chirpily as I walked through the door. It made sense, the guest room (or my room, as we used to call it) was a little bigger than my brothers' room and provided the all-important double. I also hadn’t lived at home for the past five years, so I was happy to be put into my brothers' suite…complete with a single futon bed, three computer screens, a gaming chair, and a steering wheel. No wardrobe.

Despite being ‘single and ready to mingle' I was stuck in the second wave of a pandemic scrolling through Tinder from the confines of my brothers' gaming paradise in a sleeping bag.


This blog documents and follows some of the things I have experienced while dating during lockdown. All names have been changed, partly to protect the identity of those involved and partly because I don’t remember the names of all the guys I have dated during this period. At times the lockdown rules were broken. Please don’t continue reading if you are easily offended or opinionated.



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