◊ After another weekend seeing Trouble (group situation, not one on one) and another night of my wine goggles resulting in some kissing and canoodling with a new man, I have started to wonder about another side of this dating game. Is it worse meeting no one, or constantly meeting the wrong men?
◊ I’m sitting in bed, on a cold freezing winters night, alone, having just returned from a date. Not the kind of date to write about either. Yup, it was that dull. So dull in fact, that I had to fake illness to be able to leave after two glasses of (bad) wine. I wouldn’t be… Read More capital d for done
◊ Chemistry. You’ve got it, or you don’t. And boy when you’ve got it good, you know it. I recently ‘caught up’ with the Rugby Boy. Yeh, remember him? #babe. After many failed attempts at a late night meet up, this weekend he messages me, hops in an uber, picks me up from the party I… Read More the big c
◊ I’ve been worried that I have lost my faith in men, in love, for a while now. To be honest, I genuinely have lost my faith in it all. I have accepted the single life, and honestly can’t see a future for me with anyone in it. But I’m pretty good at keeping these… Read More faith
◊ As I sit here on a cold autumn night with my soup for one (homemade though), I’m wondering why it seems the ones who break your heart move on so seamlessly. In the last few months, the Train Driver has adopted two puppies, gotten married (to a doctor, dam it) and ‘they’ have just announced they are expecting… Read More disparity
◊ …remember No Name? The guy I met and kissed about a year and a half ago before Trouble’s move to the UK? The one who I liked and the one who Trouble kicked off about at Christmas time? Yeah, the one who then friend zoned me. Him. Well I haven’t seen him since said friend… Read More i wasn’t expecting that
We didn’t mean to hurt each other but we do. and perhaps no matter how right we were for each other we’ll always be a little too wrong. Δ Δ Δ without intent // beau taplin