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…

Great date, terrible texts

I keep not getting around to writing about what happened with More Than Average Joe. I think it’s because I’m a bit disappointed and perplexed by it. But I should conclude things, otherwise it’ll give me the Zeigarnik Effect! So, we met and kissed in a club, and exchanged numbers. I really enjoyed chatting to…

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…