Whippersnapper’s Written Warning

The morning after my 9th date with Whippersnapper, I felt insecure. I woke up thinking about how I was going to India for two weeks soon; I wanted to see him as much as possible before that, but arranging dates always seemed so fraught with stress. He seemed a bit offhand when I brought up…

Love in the time of balanitis

The morning after my 5th date with Whippersnapper, we both got ready for work. It was the first time he had stayed over on a weekday. I’m never usually that happy in the morning. Just as we were about to leave the flat, I went upstairs to get my shoes. I noticed he’d left yesterday’s…

Love in the time of genital warts

A day or two before my fifth date with Whippersnapper, we had a text conversation about his latest sexual health symptoms (which turned out to be why he postponed the date). A few weeks ago, he had feared he was having a second outbreak of herpes, but it turned out to be a skin infection. Now,…

Post-date paranoia in Portugal

Just after my 4th date with Whippersnapper, I went to Portugal. My retired parents had arranged a holiday to get some winter sun and defy Seasonal Affective Disorder, and I went out to join them in Portugal for 5 days. WS left my flat on Saturday afternoon after our date. We had arranged to see…