I’ve become a sexual health hypochondriac

Since dating someone who was absolutely riddled, I’ve become a sexual health hypochondriac. Until 2016, I had mainly only slept with a handful of people, who I was in relationships with, and they had each slept with as few people as me. Plus, I was a goody-two-shoes about contraception. I was tested for STIs every…

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…

More dicking about with Whippersnapper – Part 1

Whippersnapper and I have kind of reconnected. Because of terrorism and politics. We hadn’t been in touch for months. To recap, we started out having amazing time dating, last year. Being with him was better than drugs and he made me consider believing in soulmatey bollocks like The One. The only problem was he stressed…

The Keratin Chastity Belt

I recently had my second date with the Bearded South African man (BSAM). We had discussed me going to his for dinner, but somehow that didn’t feel right yet. Partly from a stranger-danger point of view – he seemed lovely and normal on our first date, but something of a question mark from the early texts.…

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…

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…