This story takes place when I was in bed all cosy, sudocrem on all my spots, without a care in the world. Sometime late into the night, I heard shuffling …
“I had lured him into a complete false sense of security in my little black dress at 10pm, and by 3am my Double Troubles were dangling off my nose…”
“So I’ll talk to you tomorrow then?” By this stage I was swinging out of the passenger side, high heels in my hands, 45 layers of foundation beginning to budge. …
“On top of all of this, I had left a sock in his bedroom. A favourite sock lost to the fuckboy abyss…”
It had been six days. Six days of that cocktail of distance and complete absence. To take that taste out of my mouth, cocktails were on the agenda for the …
“My phone might be vibrating when I’m walking down the aisle, or maybe my kids will be saying: ‘Mum, that guy is texting you again!'”
“Oh, I’m texting him!” We’ve all said it, but what does it really mean? How long before texting should reach the next level, and if it doesn’t, what is going …
“I mean, isn’t it funny that in a time where we are SO connected, we hardly communicate at all?”
The impact of social media has been huge. So life changing, such an advancement for the world, absolutely incredible, just so amaz – Oh, he just opened my story about …
“With elegance, with grace, with your skirt tucked into your knickers, whatever. You just have to do it…”
How do you properly prepare for the first meeting after a breakup? I don’t know about you, but the words “Hi, how are you?” are certain to roll off my …
