If I had a penny for every time one of my friends told me to write a book I would have had a few pennies. So why must you read this musings of a single man in Cape Town? Well, you probably shouldn’t to be honest. Is it going to be literary gold? No. But will it give you faith in men in Cape Town? Fuck no. Will it put a little grin in the corner of your mouth when you buy your almond milk latte at Plato? Possibly. Will it cause you to send the link to your girls’ WhatsApp group with the tag "IYKYK”? Most definitely.
I experience the breadth of the dating scene in Cape Town and live to tell the stories. And boy do I have some. From quaint coffee shops in Noordhoek to private sex parties in Observatory, you will have it all here. So come on this journey and we will theorise about what intimacy and vulnerability really are in modern relationships but also reminisce about that one sex party with all the fucken sheets. I will also let you in on some of my own made-up concepts such as the Brene Brown Fuckboi, The Hub and Spoke cheater and the sad predictability of the married man who “isn’t getting enough sex at home”.
Honestly, I find blogs a bit boring so I will keep these writings short enough to read while you are waiting for a treadmill at Virgin Active in Greenpoint.