How low can I go?

This week I met a very young man indeed. I was on holiday with a big group of people – some I knew, some I didn’t. We were in the french Alps. There were 12 of us and the purpose of the holiday was mountain-biking, although I didn’t touch a bike for the whole trip.…

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…

The perfect-in-lots-of-ways guy

While all the drama with Whippersnapper was unfolding, I made an effort to keep dating. I didn’t want to put all my eggs in WS’s basket, as it seemed quite likely to turn out to be just a drawing of a basket. Drawn on a whiteboard. The day after he said he loves me, I…

Whippersnapper 3

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…

Whippersnapper II

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…