Pop

You don’t like it when I mention the breakup; My words pop the bubble you’ve formed around yourself – like a comfort blanket. No one’s broken up during a global pandemic before; there are no hard-and-fast rules (not that we were subscribing to rules, but some guidance might be nice). We’ve been apart for four…

A Different Kind of Valentine’s Day

I’m surprised at how hard I’ve found it to be in a relationship again. Over the past two years, I have grown and changed and I was so eager to get into a relationship with the right kind of person I worry I’ve steamed ahead too fast. Finding a really lovely man has meant I’ve…

Feeling Unsafe on Home Soil

I have never felt unsafe in Brighton, but last night I was walking the three-minute walk from the pub to the taxi rank and a bloke called after me.  We didn’t know one another but he caught up with me and we shared a conversation.  He asked where I was going.  Home.  Can he come?…

The Canadian

There was an understated coolness about you.  Much to my surprise, you weren’t surrounded by girls or friends.  I can’t remember who approached whom, but I do remember laughing a lot and the seductive stares that lasted a fraction too long to account for polite company.  We went bar-hopping around my favourite places in Brighton;…