The last time a real life boyfriend broke my heart I was 15. I thought he was the coolest person on earth, my best friend and I used to follow him around town, having a go on his BMX and taking an occasional toke of weed. I was gutted for a week, until GCSE stress took over.
This question, “how many people have you slept with?”, which can be a hilarious conversation with your girlfriends over wine and cocktails, can be a deal breaker when it comes to romance, haunting the beginning of many relationships or at the very least, a big slutty elephant in the room (depending on the type of guy you’re with).
The general expectation is that girls should have slept with few men or else they are a ho, boys on the other hand, can happily sleep with whoever they like, if anything, it’s extra man-points. The disgustingly sexist phrase “a good key can open many locks, but a good lock can only be opened by one key” comes to mind.
I think it’s time we get to the crux of the issue here. The problem is not that we only live once. It’s that we are only young once. Yes you can still live life to the full at an older age, but let’s face it, no one wants to watch their mum streaking down a starlit beach naked, on a family holiday in the Mediterranean, fulfilling her lifelong skinny dipping dream. These things need to be done while we are young, on a quiet beach in East Asia that stays warm throughout the night, with the friends you just met and feel like you’ve known forever.
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 