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So … Bear and I had our first sleepover! I’d forgotten how much fun sleepovers could be, especially at my house. It’s been such a long time since I invited a man into my space … Too long perhaps? He was late. Hours late. He had clinic-stuff to do, because I’d demanded he went to the GU-clinic before I slept with him. And he had tattoo-stuff to do too. But then he got the train to mine – two and a half hours of train ride, to be precise. That’s…
Read MoreSo, where we at? Oh yes, I’d just admitted I made that whopper of a mistake for what feels like the bazillonth time. But why? Well, because I think there are some similarities between him (BE) and Bear (my new BAE). I also think I need to talk about them. But where to start? Bear: I’m going to tattoo myself tonight I think. The moment I got that text, I called him. Call it female intuition or gut instinct, I don’t know, but I read far too much into what…
Read MoreI have a hundred and one unfinished blogs stored away, so I’ve decided I should probably make my way through them and get them finished. I’ve been super busy. The good news is my career / work life is going spectacularly. I seem to be earning more, socialising more, and generally having a good ol’ time being me. Bear and I are still doing our thing, Bestie and I are working our shit out, and with the exception of my cervix not behaving itself once again, I can’t really complain about…
Read MoreAhhhhhhhhhh! I don’t know how I do it – I have these AMAZING great first dates. And in a world where bad dates are the norm, these good dates are something else. SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY! In case you hadn’t already figured it out, I am fucking excited. We went to the Big City – a halfway (ish) point between his and mine. I was petrified about the journey. Public transport is a big issue for me, especially long journeys, and even more so if I’m all by myself. I get…
Read More“I have schizophrenia.” Hmmmm. This is a really tough blog post for me to write. It’s taken me a while too. I keep writing things and then deleting them, and the same can be said for my tweets. I just don’t know how to broach it, how to talk about it, how to ask questions … Except now I think I need to because it seems Mr. Schizophrenia isn’t going anywhere. And I’ve started to quite like him. The usual rules apply – tall, dark, mysterious, not conventionally attractive, covered…
Read MoreAfter all that drama, thinking he’d ghosted me, then him thinking I’d ghosted him, plus technology drama … Simon went and ACTUALLY fucking ghosted me…
Read MoreSo … I did it. I responded to *that* Facebook message that had slowly driven me nuts for two days. I couldn’t just let it go, of course I couldn’t. This was my chance to make up for the regret I felt when I ignored his message last time. There was no way I wasn’t going to respond to this one. I don’t even know why I waited as long as I did. So predictable. I accepted the message request and wrote out “Hey?” before staring at it for a…
Read MoreJock sent me a message. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously? I start dating someone new, fuck it up, fix it, and then not one, but TWO head-fuck, heart-fuck exes come crawling out of the woodwork. You couldn’t make this shit up. I’m actually shaking my own head in disbelief right now and it’s MY story! I don’t really know why he sent me that message. I know that he broke up with his fiancée a while back so I imagine he’s single again. I also think the…
Read MoreHello, my name is NotSoSexintheCity and I am an asshole. Not only am I an asshole, but I also jump to conclusions and apparently don’t have a very good handle of modern technology. I need to tell you a story. May this story serve as not only entertainment and light afternoon reading, but also as a warning. Are you ready? Bestie: ”Hey, are you aware that your WhatsApp has been broken for like three days? Messages aren’t sending to you. I’m only getting one tick. Everyone else is getting my…
Read MoreHey Simon! I just wanted to say a little cheers for ghosting me when there was nothing wrong, completely out of the blue, when we were getting along just fine. That was definitely appreciated. I also wanted to make sure you DEFINITELY know I think you’re a bellend. (Not that you’ll ever read this.) I’m also quite glad that you’ve ghosted and blocked me. Or at least, I will be when I’m not quite so hopping mad about it. If you weren’t into me, you could have just said. In fact,…
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