The last week or so, I’ve been a bit of a shambles. I had annual leave last week, which was supposed to stop me feeling so burnt out at work. I love my job, but lots of my colleagues and I are feeling like we’re cracking under the pressure in the NHS. We spend all…
Thank you for all your advice after my last post. After this post, I’m going to try and go back to what I do best, and talk about a) Psychology b) my vagina. My feelings for Andrew are deepening. It feels like standing up straight on the edge of a skyscraper. The world looks so…
I can’t work out if I’m being unreasonable and I need the advice of my sage followers. I’ve recently written about my frustrations with Andrew. He can be a bit crap at keeping in touch and is a workaholic. He isn’t used to being in a relationship and considering someone else when making decisions. Obviously…
Last week, I was hopping mad because Andrew was being rubbish. He’s generally above average at things like arranging dates (at least 80% of the time, it’s him, not me, that says “when shall we see each other next?”) not cancelling (we’ve had 20 dates and he’s never cancelled. When he’s had to work late,…
I am absolutely livid. Last week, I had the lovely Sunday night with Andrew, when we got even closer, confirmed that we’re not seeing anyone else, and he told me about his health problem. Then, that Wednesday, he came round and we had an absolutely wonderful evening together. He had mentioned wanting a roast dinner on…
Yesterday, I saw Andrew for the first time in over a week. I’d been away in Cornwall, having a relaxing time liaising with each of the Emergency Services. And then, as I was travelling east, on my way back to London, he was travelling west, to a stag weekend. We hadn’t finalised whether we were…
About a week after I met my ex, Alex, for dinner, for the first time in 5 years, he sent me a really long text message. He wrote that he was really struggling with the fact he can’t make any friends, and women never want a second date with him, and he asked if I…
So, I was about to meet my ex, Alex, for dinner. I hadn’t seen him for 5 years. After getting changed into one of my favourite dresses, and putting my makeup on, I lay on my bed, drinking cough syrup from the bottle, waiting for him to arrive. Part of me didn’t believe we’d actually…
A few weeks ago, I mentioned meeting up with an ex for dinner, and in my last post, I said I had to call the police, on the first day of my holiday. These two things are connected. I started out writing a post about it, but it was so long, I’ve broken it down…
So, I was pissed off with Andrew, after 16 dates. He was on his way over, when I wrote my last post. I was planning to tell him how I felt. Only a few minutes after I pressed ‘Publish’, he texted me saying he was nearly at mine. He arrived at my building and I…
This is an entry from my diary, when I was 13. The 20-year-old guy I had been seeing wrote me a letter ending things. I wrote a meticulous account of saying goodbye to him. “This morning I got a letter from Ben saying he thought we should split up. I cried as soon as I…
I am really fucking pissed off. So, everything was going beautifully. I was annoyingly smug. I was having such a brilliant time hanging out with Andrew, getting to know each other, starting to fall for him. A couple of tiny things happened, where I felt like he was slightly crap, but didn’t think too much…
I’ve been really ill the last couple of weeks, with laryngitis. It started on a Friday afternoon, two weeks ago. It was the day of the protest against Trump in London. I was at work and my throat started feeling a bit scratchy. I guzzled more tea than usual to soothe it, and didn’t think…
I’ve had 12 dates with Andrew now, but we still haven’t talked about whether we’re officially boyfriend or girlfriend yet. Are we still seeing each other people? Has the term ‘relationship’ has been officially sanctioned? Who knows. Our last couple of dates, in the last post, were pretty good, with some mild World Cup/logistical hiccups.…
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…
