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…
I was on a really great date with a tall and slim, world-weary, gentle police detective. We were waiting for the night tube back to his. We felt a bit aggrieved that we just missed one train and it was 15 minutes until the next one. He apologised a few more times, in advance about…
Last Friday night I had an absolute gem of a date. I kept smiling the next day. It had been arranged ages ago, and I wasn’t especially enthusiastic. He is a police detective. Part of the reason I didn’t feel that optimistic, was that I had that date with another police officer last year, who…
Background: This is an email I sent to my ex-boyfriend, when slightly insane with grief, after he died in February 2012. I emailed him a few times when I was really missing him, even though I knew he probably didn’t have access to his emails anymore. I mention Polly – she was an ex-girlfriend of…
Background: I was 13, and on the way home from the fair, I met a boy. The best day of my life!! Today was the fair. We saw [some 6th formers that my friends and I fancied] outside the Crown. I went with Becky and Louise. I couldn’t believe what happened on the way home though!…
I’m really excited about a new idea I’ve had for my blog. I recently found a box with all my old diaries in from when I was a teenager. Then I remembered that in my sent items, I also have loads of long emails to friends, from the last 10 years, in which I describe…
Last weekend I had my second date with the Musical Vegan. We had a good first date, but I had concerns about the fact he was moving away from London soon he was a vegan, and I’m a coeliac, so there’s very little we can both eat. I had suggested he come round to mine to…
A couple of days ago, I saw the Great Scot had posted on Facebook, for the first time in over a year. He had shared a post about the lead singer of the band Frightened Rabbit, who was missing. Fuck. I thought. I googled Frightened Rabbit, a Scottish band I quite like, and the Great…
I had a really good first date the other day, but I think there might be two logistical problems that stop anything getting off the ground. We met on OkCupid, and had been messaging each other for a few weeks before our date, because he’d been away visiting his family for Easter. I really liked…
I’m on holiday in Bucharest, in Romania, with 14 people. It’s Flatmate Joe’s 30th birthday. I absolutely love Bucharest. I love going to different European cities, and this one is fabulous, and it’s so great spending time with Joe again. I feel really happy. I’ve been thinking about happiness a lot recently, especially since I…
A few months ago, when I was struggling to get over the Whippersnapper, I downloaded a self-help app called Mend. It’s designed to help people get over breakups. As a therapist, I half-expected I’d pour scorn over it and focus on how I could have designed it better, but actually, it was bloody good. One…
