Love in the time of genital warts

A day or two before my fifth date with Whippersnapper, we had a text conversation about his latest sexual health symptoms (which turned out to be why he postponed the date). A few weeks ago, he had feared he was having a second outbreak of herpes, but it turned out to be a skin infection. Now,…

Post-date paranoia in Portugal

Just after my 4th date with Whippersnapper, I went to Portugal. My retired parents had arranged a holiday to get some winter sun and defy Seasonal Affective Disorder, and I went out to join them in Portugal for 5 days. WS left my flat on Saturday afternoon after our date. We had arranged to see…

The Seven Plagues of London

It’s hard to imagine a date with more anticipation than my fourth date with Whippersnapper. It had been two weeks since our third date. It felt like things between us really deepened in that fortnight, because of him being so open about his sexual health problems, and me supporting him through it. We knew we…

Love in the time of herpes

Whippersnapper and I had some lovely kisses at the station before going our separate ways, on our third date. Then, after the laborious goodbye, there was the awkwardness of each walking down a different staircase, only to end up standing, facing each other, on opposite platforms, while we waited for our trains. I pretended I…

A well-dressed Where’s Wally

After my second date with the Whippersnapper, I was in a dreamy daze, having just had the best kiss of my entire life. However, within about 10 minutes of returning home, I started a conversation with my ex-boyfriend about who the clump of drain hair on the edge of the bath belonged to. Even after only…

My sober date with the Whistle-blower

One of my favourite people in the world is my friend Ruth (not her real name). She sometimes gets words a bit mixed up. I had been texting her about the Whippersnapper, and when we next met, she said “so tell me what’s happening with the Whistle-blower!” and I thought I’m definitely going to start calling…