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The wit to woo
Pinkjellybaby and I have been chatting all afternoon (ooh, the wonders of t’internet). Somewhat predictably (because, you know, it’s me and it’s her), the conversation has focused around men. And how we deserve better. Because men are evil. You get the picture. … Continue reading
Under pressure
After months (nay, years) of dilly-dallying around, the Crush emailed me the other day saying I’ve just booked flights. I fly in on Saturday evening at about 6ish and leave on Monday morning around 11ish. Is this ok? Well! What is one … Continue reading
The mystery of men
There’s a lot of it going around at the moment. Confusion that is. About men. Oh, I know, women are supposed to be the complicated ones, we’re the ones who are sooooo difficult to understand, to please, to placate. But … Continue reading
Bullet pointed wonder
Radio silence. Yes, sorry about that. Quick bang whizz update until I get my blogging mojo back. In the past two weeks I’ve… travelled over 15,000 km for work (most of those miles were here) spent two sunkissed weekends on … Continue reading
The case of the missing crush
The crush and I used to speak every day – either through text, email, phone calls or, the expat’s friend – Skype (username: nuttycow by the way). It was stable, sure and reliable. I knew I’d wake up in the morning … Continue reading
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Tagged incommunicado, radio silence, The Crush
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Catching up
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything remotely interesting here. Apart from a couple of random rants, it’s been pretty quiet. Mainly because I’ve been having too much fun in the real world to think about writing it … Continue reading
Reality bites
You know when you look at a man and he’s good looking, has good chat and decent arms. And you look at him and you think “hmmm, I bet he’s a great kisser”? You know that feeling you get, the … Continue reading
10 years younger
In the inevitable “sorting out of junk” which accompanies moving house, I recently found an old diary. From 10 years ago – very slightly before I had a blog. I was 18. I had just started doing my A levels. … Continue reading
I fall for the oldest trick in the book
You would think that, at my grand old age, I’d know a downright bad boy when I saw one. You’d think I’d know that, on reflection, it’s probably not a good idea to get involved (or attempt to get involved) … Continue reading