Keys? Check! Phone? Check! Every single triggering moment from my dating history? Check! My Dad always says that all we have is today. He’s right,
Dry wine mouth, last night’s hairspray still in place, phone on 6% battery – we sat in silence. Not a tired silence, that ghostly knowing
I’m sitting in a cafe, Penneys bags gathered at my feet, coffee brewing a festive warmth. “Is your food nice? It’s lovely in here isn’t
I had an epiphany. No, the clouds didn’t open for me, there wasn’t a magical shimmer surrounding the moment, I was just sitting on my
I’m in a pub, bank card waving in one hand, clutch bag in the other, waiting for my next vodka and blackcurrant at a buzzing
There is nothing worse than hearing something you really don’t want to hear about one of your ‘What if’ guys. Even worse again when you’re
Waiting for him to contact you – absolutely bloody shit. Waiting for him to contact you when you know he probably, definitely, 100% won’t contact
Peeling icing off the most tasty slice of sponge, I wanted to keep looking at the cake. The detail, the way cakes always look so
We ponder the significant nights, the ones spent with temporary lovers, broken potential. The chaos of what could be lit up by glistening sequin dresses,
How many times can we analyse one fuckboy? How many cups of tea have been downed when a situationship is also going down? There is
Everything collapses around you, within moments, between each message beep and notification. He’s there, and then he’s gone. And you’re expected to just accept that
‘What does he think of me?’ I wondered as I started up Polly, my little blue Micra. There were two great mysteries in my life
Look, I’m going to be honest, something about the thought of nights out is freaking me out. I don’t know if it is the fact
We’re all on an endless hunt for something more, whether it’s a new wardrobe, a spiritual belief, a clear career path, more money, whatever it
Reaching for his wine, he looked nervous. I know I was, he was slowly morphing into familiarity. As much as I wanted more, I could
Happy anniversary to meee! This week marks a year since I started I Think He’s Gone Weird. One whole year. Can you believe it? I
