Having recently moved to a new city and meeting a whole new group of fabby girls on my course, I have found myself repetitively telling the story of how Lance won and then broke my heart. Where I thought I was completely over him, I now find myself thinking about him non-stop. And of course, my memories are not realistic. As with most break ups, the memories of arguments, tensions and shitty times fade away, but the memories of the amazing sex, the cute intricacies and in-jokes, the surprise trip to New York, all come flooding back and replay in your mind like the menu page of a DVD which you’re too hungover to get up and turn off.
Why I Love Being Single…
“If you’re not having fun, you’re not doing it right” – In the words of the fabulous film: How To Be Single
Working in a caring profession means I’m CONSTANTLY explaining why I’m single. When you’re looking after people, they come to see you in a heavenly light, and despite a lack of makeup and greasy ponytail, they “just can’t understand why you’re single?!”. Well, miscellaneous client, aged 40+, I’m single by choice. Times have changed since you were on the dating scene.
the holy fail 