Signs of Singledom

Being single comes with unique characteristics “Are you single?” In the right context, it’s a promising question. It was half term Friday. I was mid-ludicrous story and being loud and drunk, when a relative stranger inquired into my relationship status. All it took were these four words to turn that my smile into my ‘I wish I could stab you with my eyes’ look: “I can see why.” You’ve … Continue reading Signs of Singledom

Hell is Other People

The hunt for digs is on. What fresh hell will I discover this time round. I hate flat hunting. It’s a reminder that you can put a price on freedom and it’s somewhere between  £600 and £800 pcm. It’s a small price to pay for sanity I suppose. That’s only if this group of flatmates doesn’t drive me up the wall. On the whole I’m a live alone … Continue reading Hell is Other People

D-sensitised

I think I am 95% desensitised to penis. When I was younger and I used to worry that my enjoyment of uber violent films meant that I could find myself in a Die Hard style scenario, and would simply sellotape a pen knife to my back and throw myself into the mix without batting an eyelid. It was a theory that was somewhat proven when I got held … Continue reading D-sensitised

My So Called Life

Life, or something a lot like it Last month on My Life: I got a job. I started a course. I downloaded Tinder. Again. I quit the job. I finished the course. I deleted Tinder. Again. Despite the boring summary, I feel like things have changed. Albeit microscopically. Instead of putting the same effort into a CV as I did into making pencil cases out of Pocky boxes, I … Continue reading My So Called Life

Tinderlude

Every-time I think I’m out, I get pulled back in again. When I first met my ex I told him he should go on Tinder. He’s a good looking guy and was single. I thought he would clean up. I hadn’t thought I’d be dating the guy. I was off to Mexico a month down the road. Plus he had seen another man’s penis on my phone. Long … Continue reading Tinderlude