So You’re Dating a Historian (The Hot Mess Edition)

Welcome back to the History Nook.

Happy Monday, Nooklings! When this post goes live, I will be on holiday! So, I thought it would be fun to do something a little bit silly.

So grab your favourite mug, find a soft space to curl up, and let’s wander a little deeper into the past! Historians come in many different flavours, I'm the "Loves a museum and hoards books and shinies," flavour. I would recommend finding out what flavour of historian you are dating early on in the relationship. This will make planning dates and gifts a lot easier.

I asked someone what it's like to date a historian, they said "Lick some bones and find out." and then they gave me a serious answer, but this post isn't about being serious, so let's stick with the bone licking.

We do not, under any circumstances, endorse or encourage bone licking as a scientifically accurate way to date a historian.

I uhm… I don’t know where to go from here, so I’ll just leave it at that.

Thank you for reading—I hope you enjoyed your time in the History Nook today. Until next time: stay curious, and keep warm.

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I do not lick bones. I bite them. There is a difference.