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In the days that follow, I pursue the roster of men that Sharon suggested I date, but unfortunately, they lead to… nothing. I decide to consult a second opinion from psychic Miraa on the Nebula astrology app. Sure, I'm no supernatural, but a glance at Miraa's profile – which says she has 10-plus years of experience, more than 17,800 consultations on the app and a 4.9/5 rating (at the time of writing) – tells me all I need to know: she has a good intuition. Oh, and to boot, she's wearing a chunky crystal necklace in her profile picture. Sold. I send Miraa screen recordings of 10 recent Hinge and Bumble matches and ask for her opinion on whether they would be a good fit for me. But first, the all-important: 'Do you think I'll meet my lover on a dating app?' (I'm an impatient Leo, what can I say?) 'Your warmth, curiosity and charisma attract a lot of people around you,' Miraa types out to me over the chat function. 'When a person talks to you, communicates with you and understands you, that's how they would know you best. The chances are higher for you to find a romantic partner in person.' This confirmation from Miraa is somewhat comforting. Her views align with Sharon's, so they must be on to something. 'Do you think I'm wasting my time on the dating apps?' I probe, to which she responds, 'Well, I can check your energies with each guy you have sent me.' Brilliant! This will be interesting, I think to myself. Miraa first tells me that one of the boys is already in a relationship, she then questions another's sexuality (read: 'Are you sure he is straight?') and presumes that a strong contender (in my eyes) is a 'loner'. Unethical? Probably. Savage? Absolutely. Even though Miraa wasn't fully convinced by any of the men (ultimately, she did say that love would find me with a real-life meeting), I gave a few of the ones she didn't completely rule out the benefit of the doubt – to exercise my flirting skills, as Sharon recommended. I sent messages to the whittled-down five, only to be met with three ghosts (shock) and a dwindling conversation that didn't go far enough for a date to manifest. But by good fortune, a cocktail with the 'loner' came to fruition. So, we go for a couple of drinks and while the two pints of beer go down well, the conversation doesn't. There isn't so much as a romantic ember, let alone spark, to write home about, and we therefore conclude to stay 'friends'. Spoiler: we haven't spoken since. The thing is, while Miraa was using her psychic abilities, she was also, like we all do, making swift judgments based on very little. You can't tell someone's sexuality, or if they're a 'loner', just from a photo. Nor should you. But we do. I do it to them, they do it to me. It's maddening to think my worth – my entire existence and opportunity for love – is reduced to a few curated photos and a bio that's equal parts humour and existential crisis. I've deleted and downloaded the apps time and time again, oscillating between enthusiastic optimism and flat-out despair. It's no wonder that I'm burned out; falling in love shouldn't feel like competing in a never-ending episode of Love Island: Thumb Edition. While this experiment hasn't given me a simple solution to love, it has given me what I probably needed most of all – a bit of a breather. It's reminded me to be patient with myself (and with others) and to leave a bit of room for romance to find me, rather than hunting it down like an item on my to-do list that I just can't seem to get crossed off. So, although I do find myself every so often (typically on a Sunday evening) browsing through potential app matches, it's been nice to be reminded that they aren't the be-all and end-all. And neither is my Glastonbury knight in shining armour. I do carry hope that he will find me and that the universe will gift me the best summer of my life. But maybe, no matter who I meet, that magic was always going to come my way. It's 3pm and I'm sipping on a bottle of Sol in one of my favourite east-London pubs. On the cosy leather banquette next to me is my date for the afternoon, Toby*. He's cute – not my usual type, but he has an interesting job, makes good jokes and… comes recommended by two psychics. When we made the decision to put our dating lives in the hands of psychics, I wasn't convinced. But then, I reasoned, I already succumb to a power I can't control: an algorithm that thinks I'm compatible with men who list 'crypto' as a hobby. So, I offset my scepticism with a 'what's the worst that can happen' attitude. Upon meeting my reader, Sheila (another member of Psychic Sisters), I'm instantly relaxed. She's more like your mum's friend who pops by for a cup of tea – no woo-woo vibes in sight. Sheila offers me the tarot deck and I split the cards, of which she pulls nine out and starts telling me about my past. There are many elements of my story she (surprisingly) nails down to a tee – my overthinking and intensely analytical personality, for one. I think the words 'control freak' are also brought up. She also correctly identifies my desire for great chemistry; as she puts it, 'The way he speaks to you is very important. You wouldn't last five minutes with someone that couldn't communicate because you're a Chatty Cathy.' It's something I've never been able to put into words, but hearing it makes me realise so much more about myself and what I look for in a partner. She also nails it when it comes to understanding how I feel about PDA (usually a big no go), feeling seen during sex and wanting to spend time with people who are passionate about what they do. However, ever the cynic, I start doubting her psychic abilities when she predicts I'm looking for a 'big love' and someone who is 'looking to marry, or someone to settle down with, or someone at least not scared of those things'. Right now, I'm not looking for a love of any size. Following a difficult breakup a few years ago, it's taken me a while to come back to the dating scene and I have no interest in starting a serious relationship with anyone. I like going on dates, meeting new people and having a flirt with a guy at the bar, but finding my soulmate and moving in with them, as she suggests I am going to in the next few months, is not part of my plan. It almost feels to me (the cynic, hi!) like she's making a blanket reading, based on what she thinks I want to hear, based entirely on the fact I'm a single woman in her 20s. But the gender-based stereotype in which all women are looking for their soulmate and a serious relationship as the end goal couldn't be further from the truth for me. Still, I show her my Hinge and Bumble matches. They're a mix of guys I've gone on dates with and ones I'm considering seeing. She instantly picks up on the energy of Max*, someone I'd gone for a drink with and was on the fence about seeing again. 'He's passionate. He's quite full-on. He has an inquiring mind, so he'd suit you on that level, but it's just how much substance there is there,' she says. Then there's Oliver*. We'd had a good date, and he gave off easy-going vibes, but Sheila quickly warns, 'I think he gives across this image of very complete and very together, easy to talk to and easy to be with. But there's a little bit of a control element there.' It's surprising, as I usually deem myself a pretty good judge of character. (Side note: I continue speaking to Oliver over the next few weeks to test the theory. The control element never rears its ugly head, so was Sheila really picking up bad energy or was it just a punt that didn't land?) We then get to new potential matches and I ask which two I should go on dates with. She rattles through them, giving verdicts on each in our remaining seven minutes, hilariously referring to the many shirtless guys as 'action men' (what can I say? I have a type) before settling on Toby and Jack*. She likes Toby because 'there's something sweet about him. He has a good sense of humour, he's genuine and down to earth. He's good-looking'. And Jack she suggests because, 'The people he cares about, he cares about very well. He has a very protective side. What you see is what you get.' I send them both messages, and while I never hear back from Jack, the chat flows with Toby and we arrange a date. It's refreshingly easy and I question whether I've got it wrong. Maybe Sheila does know what she's talking about. To get a second opinion, I arrange a virtual chat with another psychic, Hillary, on Nebula. I send her photos of matches and she also likes Toby's vibe. She calls him a 'sweetheart' and thinks I'll enjoy 'his personality and he'll make [me] laugh'. Both psychics are right, Toby does make me laugh and I enjoy chatting to him ahead of our date. However, there are warning signs for me. Namely, he's looking for a serious relationship. While that isn't a red flag in itself, of course, he's strict on the idea of not dating more than one person at once. As someone who used to put all their eggs in one basket, ignoring warning signs and carrying on with the relationship, I'm hesitant to do the same moving forwards. We're both open about this and agree to go on the date; after all, we might not like each other in real life. The date starts off well. We talk about our weeks and the Game Of Thrones actor we spot heading into the pub garden behind us, and share a quick kiss. But then things get very serious. He brings up his boundaries and reveals a lot of past trauma. It's deep for a first date and, in fairness, I also open up on my own relationship history. We leave on a good note, but I come away from the whole thing feeling weighed down. He seems committed to getting into a relationship, but it's too much and there's pressure to abandon what I want in order to date him. After a few days, I decide to send him (what I thought was) a polite message saying how great it was to meet him, but neither of us should feel obligated to give up our dating goals to make the other happy. Cue three voice notes barraging me for going on a date when I don't want a relationship and not telling him about it beforehand (I did). Playing them confirms I made the right decision. Weeks later, Toby messages me out of the blue, asking if I've changed my mind. I don't reply, but it gets me thinking. Were the psychics right? In some ways, yes. There's a world in which, had I followed what they said blindly, I would have committed to dating Toby and getting into a serious relationship, as they predicted. But I know myself better than anyone, and I know that isn't what's best for me right now (especially not with someone so eager to put pressure on me to bend my own boundaries for the sake of theirs). I'm grateful to my own inner soothsayer for cutting my losses early. And grateful to the psychics, and this experiment, for solidifying my belief that I'm nowhere near wanting a relationship. It's reminded me that when I do go searching, I'll carry on trusting my own intuition over anyone else's. Lia Mappoura (she/her) is the Beauty Writer at Cosmopolitan UK. Covering everything from viral celebrity hair and makeup news to the latest trend predictions, she's an expert in recognising the season's next big beauty look (before it ends up all over your social media feeds). You'll usually find her putting TikTok's recent beauty hacks to the Hype Test, challenging the gender-makeup binary and social stereotypes, or fangirling over the time Kourtney Kardashian viewed her Instagram Story (yes, it's true). Find her also on LinkedIn. Lydia Venn is Cosmopolitan UK's Senior Entertainment and Lifestyle Writer. She covers everything from TV and film, to the latest celebrity news. She also writes across our work/life section regularly creating quizzes, covering exciting new food releases and sharing the latest interior must-haves. In her role she's interviewed everyone from Margot Robbie to Niall Horan, and her work has appeared on an episode of The Kardashians. After completing a degree in English at the University of Exeter, Lydia moved into fashion journalism, writing for the Daily Express, before working as Features Editor at The Tab, where she spoke on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour and Talk Radio. She has an encyclopedic knowledge of Gilmore Girls and 00s teen movies, and in her free time can be found with a margarita in hand watching the Real Housewives on repeat. Find her on LinkedIn.
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Welcome to Cosmo HQ Review, the corner of the internet where our team of beauty-obsessed editors share their unfiltered, honest thoughts on the latest and greatest launches in skin, hair, makeup, and for you. There was a time, not so long ago, when it was necessary to own at minimum three hair tools—hair dryer, straightener, curling iron—to get all the trending hairstyles. And if you wanted a true blowout, throw in a round brush too. Don't even get me started on varying curling iron sizes. My bathroom drawers were overflowing and cords were tangled. A whole mess. But then, I found the magic that is a multi-styler (like the original Shark FlexStyle and the Dyson Airwrap), and my drawers have been tidy ever since (and ofc, my hair looks pretty good too). Perhaps this mangled situation is one you're still dealing with now. In this case, let me introduce you to Shark's newest tool: the Shark Glam, a multi-styler that utilizes both air styling and ceramic-coated plates to style straight, wavy, curly, and coily hair. Cosmo editors have been testing tools like this for over four years, making us experts with very-high standards. Three editors with a mix of hair textures put both the straight/wavy and curly/coily sets to test. Related: Check out more Cosmo HQ Reviews on beloved beauty brands like Dae, Clinique, Dior, and Dieux. Cool thing about the Shark Glam: It's fully meant to replace your suite of a bajillion hair tools. This is why it's so versatile. It's meant to work on every hair texture, hence why there are multiple versions with different attachments based on your hair's needs. But the device also has what the brand calls "Heat Sense Technology," which essentially monitors the heat the tool emits and regulates it so that the temperature never exceeds 302 degrees Fahrenheit. This can help cut down on heat damage (essential for fine or already damaged hair types), as well as ensures that you still get the look you're after, even if you have a coarse hair type that requires a bit more heat. As for styling, the tools each come with a few different attachments. Regardless of hair type, each set comes with the Shark Glossi (a ceramic and air-powered round brush to smooth and dry hair—just like a heated round brush), the Shark Silki (an air straightener that combines hot air with ceramic-powered plates—the plates, though, are not hot—to get a silky, smooth finish on wet or dry hair), and two 1.25" auto-wrap curlers. Plus, you can always use the tool with no attachments as just a high-powered blow-dryer. It even turns on its side to help you. In the straight/wavy set, though, you also get the FrizzFighter tool that helps slick down flyaways and adds shine, plus a concentrator nozzle to help control airflow when you use the tool as a blow-dryer. For curly/coily hair, the set comes with a diffuser to define curls and a wide-tooth comb to stretch and lengthen curls and coils. Hair type: 2A—Long, fine, wavy, and very frizz-prone Initial thoughts: I may be the only beauty editor in the world who didn't use the original Shark FlexStyle (I rarely heat-style my hair these days), so I came into this review with fresh eyes and no prior opinions. At first glance, I was impressed with how luxe the device looked and felt in my hand. The new name, Shark Glam, is very fitting for its metallic color and weighty feel. The device attachments feel sturdy and durable, but are definitely heavier than other multi-styler attachments I've used, which could be tiring if it takes you a long time to dry, smooth, straighten, or curl your hair. How I used it: I'm notorious for showering and going right to bed with wet hair. Then, in the morning, when my hair inevitably looks like I stuck my finger in a socket, I just throw it up in a claw clip and call it a day. But I decided to give the Shark Glossi attachment a go on one of these mornings to see if it could minimize my frizz and flyaways and give my hair some polish before running out the door. Ten passes and literally four minutes later, my hair looked LIGHTYEARS better (please look at my makeup-free before and after that I took in my bathroom at 6:45 a.m. for proof). I was so impressed by how easy the Glossi (which is a tear-drop shaped round brush) glided through my knotty, tangled hair and gave it polish—like I had taken the time to actually blow dry my hair before bed instead of falling asleep with it in a tangled lump on my pillow. The Glossi attachment is the best blow-dry attachment of any multi-styler I've ever tried— it made my hair smoother, shinier, and much more manageable. The next morning, on day two, I used the new Silki straightener attachment in an attempt to smooth my ends and face-framing pieces. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to maneuver Silki without causing creases or dents in my hair, but once I got the hang of it, this straightened just as well as my beloved CHI. It's a little bulky, so using Silki near your roots can be a little tricky, but on mid-length and ends, it's a dream. My pros: My cons: Hair type: 3B—thick, curly, and medium length Initial thoughts: I've been using the original Shark FlexStyle since I first got my hands on it two years ago, so I was intrigued and excited to try out the new and improved version, AKA the Shark Glam. I immediately noticed that it weighs significantly less than the older model and includes new modes for wet and dry hair. As someone who uses the diffuser attachment on my wet-styled hair daily, I looked forward to seeing how the new mode made a difference in my process. How I used it: While all the attachments are incredibly clutch, my daily use for the Shark Glam is pretty much limited to the diffuser. The new diffuser attachment is pretty much identical to the original one and features two lengths to reach the roots and ends of my hair. After throwing on a deep conditioner, curl cream, and flexible hold hairspray, I switch between both while using the highest air pressure and temperature settings. I was most excited to try the new wet hair setting on the Shark Glam, and it made all the difference. Honestly, I'm not sure if the air pressure and heat settings are readjusted on the wet versus dry settings, but it's magical either way. With my old styler (and after a few years of losing its juice), I'd finish styling my hair in 10 to 15 minutes. With the new one, it only took me eight. And as someone who would rather not spend so much time on my hair, I'm obsessed with that. My pros: My cons: Hair type: Straight, fine, and fragile Initial thoughts: I've used the original Shark FlexStyle many times (I'm a bit of a connoisseur of Dyson Airwrap dupes in pursuit of good hair and a good deal). It's a really solid tool, especially for the price, but it didn't quite push me over the edge to fully swap out my Airwrap. I use the Airwrap every single day because the round brush is legit perfect to style my full bangs. But with all the new attachments and heat settings on the Shark Glam, I was optimistic it could give me other go-to tools a run for their money. How I used it: The first attachment I tested was the air straightener on dry hair. I have the Dyson Airstrait and love it, so I wanted to see if this would live up to those expectations. My hair got shockingly smooth and shiny after only a few minutes of use. It was so easy to quickly touch up my hair at the end of the day. The next day, I tested the air straightener on wet hair to see just how quickly I could dry my hair. This immediately became my favorite, having not even tested any of the other attachments. I can dry and completely style my hair in five minutes flat. I just know this is going to be a lifesaver when I'm short on time. Obviously, I had to give the other tools a shot too. I started with the round brush, which as stated before, had pretty strong competition. While it was a smidge too large for my short lil bangs, it was fantastic for my hair. Honestly, IDK which I prefer to dry and style with now—this smoothing round brush or the air straightener. They both get my hair dry quickly but don't leave it feeling fried. Finally, I played around with the curl attachments. Obviously, my hair is quite short, so these aren't gonna be the cascading, long waves you see on social media. But they do help add a little texture and bounce to my otherwise flat hair. Grabbing small, 1" sections was key here to get the best curl, since the barrels are shorter. It's air, so of course they aren't going to last like a curling iron would. However, when I blast it with the cold shot for 10 seconds, this helps set the curl and definitely increases longevity. Hairspray is also my best friend with these curls—I spritz all over after each section for optimal hold. My pros: My cons: While most air stylers are designed for use exclusively on wet hair, the Shark Glam takes things to a whole new level. With a range of heat and speed settings depending on if you're styling wet or dry, this tool really can replace a lot of the other ones you've already got sitting in your drawers right now. What we love most, though, is that it's inclusive to all hair types, including curly and coily hair, meaning legit everyone can get use out of it. If you've used the original Shark FlexStyle, be prepared for a huge upgrade with the Glam, which all three of our editors fell in love with during their testing. Shop the Shark Glam Beth Gillette is the beauty editor at Cosmopolitan with seven years of experience researching, writing, and editing hair stories that range from the best curly hair brushes to the best conditioners for curly hair. She also worked with beauty editor Lauren Balsamo and assistant news editor Sam Olson on this review. Beth Gillette is the beauty editor at Cosmopolitan, where she covers skincare, makeup, hair, nails, and more across digital and print. She can generally be found in bright eyeshadow furiously typing her latest feature or hemming and hawing about a new product you "have to try." Prior to Cosmopolitan, she wrote and edited beauty content as an Editor at The Everygirl for four years. Follow her on Instagram for makeup selfies and a new hair 'do every few months.
