I went on a date with a third Whippersnapper. It wasn’t a raging success. I have an obscure song lyric on my dating profile and he sent me the next line of the song, which always makes a boy seem like a kindred spirit. (The song is ‘Graffiti’ by Maximo Park). We exchanged a few…
This week, in the UK, we’ve had a general election. I won’t go into the ins and outs of politics too much here, because the focus of this blog is dating, sexual health and mental health, rather than current affairs (although I do think politics is relevant to absolutely anything, including sex and mental health;…
Recently it was my birthday. I had a party. I created a Facebook event, and invited all my actual friends who I genuinely wanted to come. Then I invited tenuous Facebook friends I don’t know so well – people I thought might realistically be able to make it, who I would really like to see,…
There are lots of mistakes you can make, these days, with your phone. There’s a whole new genre of ways to embarrass yourself. There are ill-advised drunk texts, calling someone by mistake, accidentally liking a photo while stalking someone… A lot of these have happened to me recently. Some I’ve done, others have been done…
Due to a combination of heartbreak and jetlag, I woke up at 3am, the night after Whippersnapper broke up with me. I was lying on my friend’s sofabed, as she had come and rescued me, because I didn’t want to be on my own. As soon as I opened my eyes, in the dark, and…
While I was on OkCupid, there were only really two guys who seemed like serious contenders: the Whippersnapper, and Open Relationship Guy. On my profile, because the questions you had to fill in were so good, ironically, I did a half-arsed job of answering them; I planned to have a good think and then come back, and never…
