From my diary, when I was 13. I had met Ben, who was 20, a few months earlier. He had written me a letter saying he could see me on Saturdays, when his Mum and also girlfriend were both at work. He probably changed his mind, because most Saturdays he would say he couldn’t see…
It still seems to be going well with Andrew! 8th Date After our 7th date, I had panicked for a day or so, thinking I had messed things up, despite there being no evidence that that was the case. Then, he phoned me and still seemed as keen as ever, and I was massively relieved.…
I think I’m falling in love with Andrew, and it’s terrifying. After our 6th date, which lasted pretty much a whole weekend, I drove off and spent a week visiting my parents. Andrew and I planned to see each other the Monday after I got back. However, on my second day away, he sent me…
This is an email I sent my friend, when she was travelling in Australia. It seems like I had quite a relaxed attitude to capital letters back then. I had been to Australia a year earlier, to visit my brother, who is a nurse in Sydney. In my final term at University, I had broken…
My diary from when I was 15. I included entries from 4 days, from the 1st-4th July as I wasn’t sure it all made sense otherwise (as much as my teenage diaries ever made sense). I saw Notting Hill in the cinema and also was scared because Nostradamus had predicted the world was going to…
My 6th date with Andrew was hotly anticipated, after the last ones had been so good. We planned I’d go to his on the Friday night, and he’d cook. Roast butternut squash risotto. He seemed quite proud of his risotto skills. Our 5th date had been a Sunday night. As the week went by, he…
This is an extract from my diary when I was 16, on my last day of school and the Year 11 School Leavers’ disco (which nowadays would probably be called our ‘prom’). I didn’t end up going because my boyfriend, known here as ‘the Alcoholic Twin’ was not allowed to go as he was too…
After my 3rd date with Andrew, the World-weary Police Detective, I was a bit confused. I really liked him but had some trivial, niche doubts. Then I thought about it properly, and realised I was being a dick, finding fault because it felt too good to be true. Then we had our 4th date. Again,…
I was 13 and had met Ben, who was 20, a few weeks earlier. This diary entry shows the trials and tribulations of trying to meet up with someone before mobile phones. On reflection, I think it’s incredibly unlikely he had ‘work to do.’ He had initially told me he was an accountant, but it…
I think I need to find a new job. Yesterday, after our team meeting, several of my colleagues and I went to the pub. Someone asked me how things are going in my new flat, so I launched into the saga of me buying a new rug at the weekend. I set the scene by…
A diary entry from when I was 17. I had been going out with my boyfriend for a month. He was 2 years older, and was at uni locally. For most of that month, I’d been on study leave from school, doing AS-level exams, which meant I was able to see quite a lot of…
After my amazing, second date with Andrew, the World-weary Police Detective, I sent him frat-boy nonsense messages about masturbation and things, and he sent me messages like this: He makes me feel like I’m this really amazing woman. Our third date was arranged for that Wednesday. He suggested a picnic on Hampstead Heath, which I…
Last Saturday night (or actually, Sunday morning) I had an impromptu second date with the Gentle, World-weary Police Detective. On our first date, when I very first saw him, the first thing that struck me was that he looked exactly like the other policeman I had been on a date with. Since our date, I’ve…
A diary entry from when I was 14, on the German Exchange. I went to a PARTY and was simultaneously excited by the presence of alcohol and drugs, but weirdly judgemental when my friends got drunk. VERY cool day. We went to Phantasia land which is like Alton Towers. It was pretty cool. I didn’t…
Background: a diary entry from when I was 16, doing my GCSE exams. I had just got together with a boy. Before that we were really close friends, and had known each other since Primary School. (I’ve mentioned him before on this blog and called him the ‘alcoholic twin’ because he had a twin brother…
