Love and the Zeigarnik effect 

Yesterday, I felt the happiest I’ve felt in months. I was driving home from work, with my tunes up slightly too loud, singing along and I couldn’t stop smiling. The spell has broken. The sun has come out after months of rain and grey skies. I’m not in love with Whipperspawn anymore. (I renamed the…

He lied about his age!

I really thought I’d written my last post about Whippersnapper. The whole of WordPress probably breathed a collective sigh of relief when I blocked him – at long last I would stop talking about him. Alas, no. The plot thickens. The cornflour has been added, as my friend would say. So, I had blocked him.…

Gross misconduct. The end.

OK. Forget what I said a few days ago. Everything’s changed. I am SO OVER Whippersnapper. I never want to see or hear from him ever again. This is the closest I’ve come to hating someone. I’m actually having fantasies about hurting him physically, which I’ve never had about anyone before. I’m not saying I…

Whippersnapper’s phased return

I keep writing this post and then scrapping it and starting over. This is because I keep completely changing my mind about what I think. The last thing with Whippersnapper was that I told him I still loved him. He said he felt the same but still couldn’t be with anyone because of his body…

More dicking about with Whippersnapper – Part 1

Whippersnapper and I have kind of reconnected. Because of terrorism and politics. We hadn’t been in touch for months. To recap, we started out having amazing time dating, last year. Being with him was better than drugs and he made me consider believing in soulmatey bollocks like The One. The only problem was he stressed…