Bachelorette Guide To Navigating Cuffing Season

It’s that time of year.

Cuffing season.

The time of year when those who’ve been single, maybe for longer than they imagined or anticipated, find themselves lucky or in some cases, unlucky in like or love, exploring the world of hookups and situationships, in an effort to be “cuffed” and have someone in their lives during the cool and crisp breezy fall through holiday season.

This often picks up as the first fall leaves come down in October and those “I miss you” texts start coming in from someone you were once involved with. Then suddenly, things come to an abrupt end as the warmer months approach. I’m writing this for my bachelorette readers as a caution and warning: be careful while navigating cuffing season.

You might find yourself single during this time of year, that is famous for reminding bachelorettes just how single they are, but this doesn’t mean you should be reckless and seeking to get cuffed with someone for the sake of being cuffed, nor should you consider giving a guy things didn’t work out with the first time, or several times before, another chance just because you got an “I miss you” text. Also, be very careful about the guys sliding into your DMs too. (This is internet talk for receiving private messages, via social media, from someone who might be interested in you – for those of you not familiar with the world of DM sliding 😊.)

Partaking in cuffing season may be tempting, but it might not be what’s best.

Especially if you cross paths or connect with someone real attractive, cool, funny, smart, or charming, however, it’s best to be sure you’re making smart choices. I think it’s perfectly fine to date, but don’t play yourself or let cuffing season fool you. When the weather gets back warm again, most guys participating in cuffing season usually cut ties right after. And I don’t want any bachelorettes getting hurt or played.

Take good care of yourself, and have fun, but navigate this season wisely.

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