So I'm back in Sligo after three mad years in Dublin and honestly? The dating scene here is brutal. Like, absolutely brutal. When I was in the city, Tinder and Bumble were basically a buffet of options. Here? It's more like a sad little corner shop with nothing fresh.
I've tried all the apps. Tried being the operative word. In Dublin, I'd match with professionals, have decent chats, maybe grab a coffee. Here? I'm getting ghost-liked by farmers' daughters and lads who still live with their mammy. No disrespect, but that's not my scene.
Look, I'm not some snob. I genuinely want connection. But when you're 28 and your dating pool is basically your second cousins and local pub regulars, you start looking for alternatives. And yeah, that's where escorts come in. They're professional, they're direct, and most importantly - they're not trying to set me up with their second cousin.
I know what people would say if they knew. Small town, big judgments. But I'm being honest here. Sometimes you just want companionship without all the rural drama. No games, no expectations, just a genuine interaction where both people know exactly what they want.
Sligo's beautiful. But dating here? Not so much.