15 guys you will have dated by the time you’re 30.

I’m going to be that awful person. I’m just going to say it and hope my single friends don’t hate me for it (because I would have hated me last year): WHAT A RELIEF I’M NOT STILL SINGLE. Nine months in a happy relationship has meant I’ve often forgotten what a minefield it is being…

Please don’t be a Fuckboy.

I seem to have the same conversation with myself at least three times a year. I may as well cancel this date, he’s bound to be as shit as the rest. Don’t be silly, just go.  You never know. Wow, he’s so lovely.  I’m so chuffed I went.  Fingers crossed he’ll text! Who cares if…

A double disappearing act.

I was optimistic.  We had met in real life and I really thought we’d manage to meet up this summer.  But you had plenty of excuses for why you couldn’t do this or that weekend.  And now I haven’t heard from you in a week.   You were attractive and confident.  You seduced me and…

Ghosting and my mother

It’s been a tough few months and last weekend my mum told me (again) how she wished I had a boyfriend, but noticed: Boys these days don’t want relationships; they just want to fuck around. Yes, Mummy.  That’s true. [So-and-so’s] daughter can’t get a boyfriend either.  Blokes just stop texting her.  It’s called something like…ghosting?…