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The Date That Ran Away

There I was. Saturday morning – 9am. Perched on the end of my bed wearing nothing but a towel, and shivering as I felt the cold water from my wet hair drip down my back…
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The Most Degrading Sex Of My Life

As a universal rule, I tend to only go to parties at the weekend because a) no party organised midweek would be worth going to, and b) there was no way in hell I could…
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The Date That Never Spoke

It wasn’t a particularly exciting night. In fact, it was more ordinary than most. As always, I’d finished work and made my way home to indulge in an evening of secret eating, binge watching television…
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The Player’s Apology

So a few years ago, back when I was a carefree 21 year old who’d just embarked upon a new career (and was a size 10 might I add), I dated a gentleman who I…
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The Wanderer Returns

I arrived at work ready for another great day in the think tank. Granted, my decision to have a Gossip Girl marathon the night before had left me more tired than usual but in hindsight,…
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Oh God. I Like Him.

I knew she’d do this. She always does it. “Let’s have a girly night”, she says, “it’ll be fun!” she says, yet there I was – propping up a seedy bar with a gin and…
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I Got Stood Up

Great, it was 7:30pm and I only had half an hour until we were due to meet. My hair was still up in rollers and I was yet to glue on my eyelashes, not to…