Why didn’t I say something?

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…

Flutterings in my Goodge Street

Two days after I met the Abrasive Uber passenger, I had my first drink with the Great Scot as just friends, instead of lovers. A few hours before we were due to meet, he sent me this text: Oh for fuck’s sake! Initially, I skim-read the message and thought he was cancelling, but then read…

Where the hell do I find these people?

Arghhhhh I don’t think it’s going to work with the Great Scot. We had our 6th date this week. These are the preceding events: our 5th date started amazingly, but then went a bit weird we had a nice text chat the next day: then it got weird: “I can’t write it or say it…

Is this the foreplay or the cuddling?

So, it was my 5th date with the Great Scot. After a shaky start, because of some dramas he had experienced that day, we had an absolutely brilliant night. I was thinking things like why am I dating anyone else? This guy is all I’m looking for why was I ever so hung up on…

Slide the fish into the shuddering water

I’m not sure how to feel about my 5th date with the Great Scot. It felt like a date of two halves. I had so much to say, I’ve put it into two posts, to give your eyeballs a break. He invited me round for dinner at his on Saturday night. On Saturday morning, he…

The joy of no sex

I had my 4th date with the Great Scot on Thursday. The morning after our 3rd date was lovely. We woke up in the small hours and things got heated again, but we couldn’t decide which primal urge was stronger – sleep or sex. I chose sleep. We dozed restlessly for a while. He was…