Can I be optimistic about this one?

We met months ago at a party.  Not through an app, not online, but through mutual friends.  We chatted loads, you had witty things to say, I laughed a lot, my sister found you highly irritating.  But I enjoyed your company.  We spent a lot of the evening snogging. Staying in London with my sister meant…

Promises

Looking back at older posts, I’m reminded of the promises I made to my future partner (see: I promise). So far I’ve held true to them; I don’t wear scarves to pubs, nor trackies to bars (or ever for that matter), nor do I wear Doc Martins to house parties (probably because I don’t own any)….

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…

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…

I promise

To my future partner: I promise to never be one of those girls who wears a scarf to the pub. I promise to never be one of those girls who wears trackies to the bar. I promise to never be one of those girls who wears Doc Martins to a house party.   I promise…