From “Doing It for the Plot” to Something Real

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written about my dating stories, and honestly? I’ve missed it. Writing about dating has always been a way for me to process in real time, to laugh at myself, to be honest with you, and to remind us all that none of us are alone in this grown-woman journey.


Remember when I wrote about visiting Montreal for the first time over the summer? I shared how much I loved the city, the energy, the food, the vibes. And if you’ve been paying attention, you may have noticed I’ve been back. More than once. And no, it hasn’t just been for work.
So let’s rewind.


Before Montreal, I had deleted all the dating apps. Again. I was very comfortable putting dating on the back burner after spending over nine months dating someone in London who ultimately turned out to be a complete waste of my time, energy, and emotions. That experience sent me straight back to my therapist’s couch, trying to unpack why I cared so deeply about someone who clearly did not care for me in the same way.


And whew — the truth came quickly. I hadn’t fully addressed my grief. I was deflecting. I was pouring my emotions into a relationship instead of sitting with what I actually needed to heal. Once I realized that, dating felt less like a priority and more like a distraction I no longer wanted.


Fast forward to Montreal. I landed in a city where I knew no one. No familiar faces. No routines. No comfort zones. And in a very “Morgan” move, I re-downloaded Hinge. Not because I was ready for love — but because, honestly, I did it for the plot. I figured worst case scenario, I wouldn’t meet my future husband, but I could at least report back to the girlies about where to find one in Montreal.


I wasn’t taking it seriously. I wasn’t planning anything long-term. I was open, curious, and detached — or so I thought. What I didn’t expect was that months later, a man I never intended to take seriously would become someone I could actually see myself building a strong future with. Yes, I’m shocked too. If you’re reading this with your jaw on the floor, just know mine still drops sometimes as well.


Life has a funny way of surprising you when you stop forcing outcomes.
I’m not sharing all the details just yet some things deserve to be protected while they’re still growing. But what I can say is this: I’m proud of how I showed up. I didn’t abandon myself. I didn’t rush. I didn’t ignore my healing. And that alone feels like growth.


So yes, Morgan in Montreal content is coming  hard and strong. Dating stories, lessons, reflections, and all the softness that comes with allowing life to unfold differently than planned.
Stay tuned.