Over the weekend I decided to swear off all men and become a Zen, self-sufficient singleton. And then I stuck my tongue down a very attractive man’s throat. Said man took my number and said he’d message me, which I assumed meant we would never speak again. So imagine my surprise when he messaged out … More Reasons I Should Not Go On A Date Tomorrow Night
If you read last night’s drunk broadcast live from an Uber, you will be unsurprised to hear I woke up with a considerable hangover. Nausea, headache, low mood (I cried in Princess Diaries 2 because I was just so happy she let the orphan children walk in the parade). I had it all. These are … More My Skin Has Changed Overnight
Tonight I have had a revelation. I’m in an Uber on my way back to the distant regions of Kent, and I’m thinking about love. You see, tonight I got with a very beautiful and sweet boy. But in the back of my head was that niggling thought that he’s not the one and that … More How to Date Yourself
The contraceptive pill is a ball-ache for many reasons. Mood-swings and impromptu crying sessions. New sexual partners don’t want to wear a condom (and some of us live in fear of getting herpes). But, worst of all, you have to take the contraceptive pill at the same time every day. That’s a huge commitment and … More When Is The Best Time To Take The Contraceptive Pill?
Tonight I had dinner with one of my best friends. She’s Blake Lively-style gorgeous, makes me cry with laughter and is super smart. As in Lois-Lane-meets-Stephen-Hawking smart. But as smart as she is, she has recently been dickmatised because of social media. The problem started with a boy (as it always does). He was chirpsing … More Social Media May Give False Hope But…He’s Still Just Not That Into You
At university, my pals and I were in sync when it came to our views on money – namely, that we didn’t want to spend it. We swigged Tesco’s Own Brand vodka on the way to a house party, trekked 20 minutes to the nearest McDonalds and steered clear of all pubs that weren’t Wetherspoons. … More How To Survive an Expensive Meal With Your Friends
Dear B-Cup Breasts, First of all, I need to apologise that it’s taken so long for me to write this letter. Like a story arc in a romantic comedy, we had to go through a lot of angst before I realised I do, in fact, love you. So this letter is like the part at … More A Love Letter to my Tiny Boobs