In my normal life I’m pretty strong-minded. And, even when I meet a man, I’m still sparky and smart and argumentative and funny. But then I date him for a while, decide that I really like him and BAM!, suddenly I’m queen of saps. I start mooning around the place when I know he’s going to call. I find myself saying, “Well, I don’t really mind,” when he asks what film I want to see. I speak in this special sugary voice I’ve never even heard before. Continue reading
I can read my boyfriend’s mind and, frankly, I don’t like it. It all started a month ago when we visited a country park. I suggested we find the deer and he started humming ‘Cavatina.’ Continue reading
How long does it take to get over a broken heart? It’s been six months but honestly, I still feel very much like crap. I keep remembering the rule, you know, that it takes half the time you were with someone to get over them, but that’s five years which is way too depressing to contemplate.
I’m giving it eighteen months and if I haven’t pulled it together by then I’m thinking of having him killed. Continue reading