Let me be straight with you. You’re here because something’s not working. Maybe it’s the apps. Maybe it’s the loneliness that’s been creeping up since COVID and never really left. Maybe you just want someone to touch you without all the bullshit that comes with modern dating. I’m Owen. Born in ’79 in Navan, trained…
Naas. Thursday evening. The rain’s doing that sideways thing it does here, and I’m staring at my screen wondering how the hell I ended up writing about intimate massage for a dating-agriculture fusion site. But here we are. You’re probably wondering the same thing—what does intimate massage actually mean in Leinster, Ireland, right now? The…
You’re looking for actual people. Not swipes. Not ghosts. In Leinster, right now, somewhere between Tallaght and the canals, there’s a gap between what dating apps promise and what your body actually needs. Touch. Presence. The mess of real attraction. I’ve been mapping this terrain since before Tinder was a glint in some ad exec’s…
