*Apologies for taking so long to write this post. It’s been tricky to write, and there have been several iterations of it over the last week.* On Monday morning, last week, I said, “I love you,” to Andrew, and he didn’t say it back. I had stayed over at his on the Sunday night. It…
A diary entry from when I was 17. I had been going out with my boyfriend for a month. He was 2 years older, and was at uni locally. For most of that month, I’d been on study leave from school, doing AS-level exams, which meant I was able to see quite a lot of…
Oh dear. I’m a wreck this morning. Last night I had a brilliant night out. I went out with some new-ish girl friends to a great club. It was a great night. The girls were great, the music was great, everything was great. And I was on fucking fire on the dancefloor. When I rejoined…
Dater Analysis 