The Adventures of Naughty Miss Jones

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One of male friends recently provided his explanation as to why I get asked out more than I probably should “You’re cute, Missy” he stated “But in a way that’s, you know, very obtainable” I’m choosing to take that as a win. Through my tinder adventures and beyond, I have had more matches than Elvis …

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Having been officially 100% single for a few weeks now, I, of course, got my swipe on. And, as swiping so often does, secured me a date on the weekend just past. As an experienced Tinderella, I know to approach tinder dates with a grain of salt. Sometimes they happen, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they’re …

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  Tinder is so last season, darling. This spring its all about the 3nder. I first heard about the app, which uses the very catchy tag-line “trios made easy” when they were discussing it on the radio last week. Essentially, it works on the swiping mechanism made so popular by tinder, but is for finding threesome buddies.3nder …

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  It’s official people. I have de-tinderised*. That sound you’ve been hearing for the past couple of days is just the collective sobs of Sydney’s single men mourning the loss of my profile from their matches. There there fellas, there there. It all started as fun and games that night my girlfriends stole my phone. …

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I often speak of the health benefits of orgasms, both physical and mental. But even someone with as well stocked a bottom drawer as yours truly gets a little down sometimes. Insert sad face here. Over the past couple of weeks, I have made some big, scary decisions, and I have made them entirely alone. …

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Normal, fun, decent blokes. I’m seriously starting to wonder if they even exist (well, in the straight and available version anyway). I continue to date like it was an Olympic sport, but I certainly haven’t won the gold. I’m more like that Eric the Eel guy that swum at the Sydney Olympics; willing to fling …

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Last year I dated 21 boys. For making that possible, I would like to thank the Golden Sheaf Hotel, my sucker-innerer undies, and tinder. Most were lovely, but un-blog-worthy, one had the unfortunate role of being my rebounder who I dated for a couple of months, but simply couldn’t bump uglies with, another told me (and …

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When you’re one of the few singles in a group of loved up ladies, you find yourself consistently subjected to suggestions as to how to land a real life man of your own, regardless of how much you insist it’s not necessary. So when one of my lovely ladies started on about a fantastic new …

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