It’s been a long, hot summer…

Sorry for the total silence for a very long time. This is because I found him! Prince Charming exists!  And he spends a lot of time in my bed… As summer comes to an end and working life resumes, I realise this guy I was going to have a casual, no-strings-attached fling with is anything…

‘Oh fuck this is exciting. I mean. Cool, whatever.’

He was so nice; a far cry from the usual arseholes I seem to attract. And the problem with having a deep-rooted belief that all men are bellends is that when Mr Good Guy comes along, somewhere in my amygdala amongst the serotonin and dopamine, Mr Good Guy gets confused with Mr Perfect; aka Prince…

Online vs. In-person.

Getting into bed drunk last Saturday night, I found myself wishing I had Tinder again so I could discuss inane topics with total strangers. But just as quickly as the thought came on, I banished it, thinking how ridiculous this was – there is no way an online conversation replaces actual face-to-face conversation, and it…