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…
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…
