I love my hometown, but Christ, the dating scene here is brutal. Moving back from Dublin felt like time traveling - suddenly I'm 22 again, except now with less hope and more desperation.
The apps are useless. Tinder might as well be a ghost town in rural Sligo. Bumble? More like Fumble. There's maybe 12 people within 50 kilometers, and half of them are my secondary school classmates or distant cousins. Not exactly promising.
So yeah, I started seeing escorts. And look, I know what people would say if they knew. My mates would give me endless shit. But when you're 28, working a solid job, and basically invisible to the local dating pool, you start making different choices.
It's not about just sex. It's about human connection. Intimacy. Feeling seen. The girls I've met aren't just transactions - they're professionals who understand exactly what guys like me need. No games. No ghosting. Just... honest interaction.
Rural Ireland can be lonely as hell. Trust me on that.