The Seven Plagues of London

It’s hard to imagine a date with more anticipation than my fourth date with Whippersnapper. It had been two weeks since our third date. It felt like things between us really deepened in that fortnight, because of him being so open about his sexual health problems, and me supporting him through it. We knew we…

Love in the time of herpes

Whippersnapper and I had some lovely kisses at the station before going our separate ways, on our third date. Then, after the laborious goodbye, there was the awkwardness of each walking down a different staircase, only to end up standing, facing each other, on opposite platforms, while we waited for our trains. I pretended I…

A well-dressed Where’s Wally

After my second date with the Whippersnapper, I was in a dreamy daze, having just had the best kiss of my entire life. However, within about 10 minutes of returning home, I started a conversation with my ex-boyfriend about who the clump of drain hair on the edge of the bath belonged to. Even after only…