“You’re boring.”

I was in Boots. I remember browsing the new L’Oreal masks when a gentleman from Australia approached me. He thought I looked nice, he said, and he wanted to just give it a try and chat to me. I could…

7 things I would write if my Tinder bio was honest.

Ok, yes, I said dating app weren’t for me. They still kind of aren’t. But a single girl in 2017 has got to do what she’s got to do. Except being honest with her Tinder bio because if I was,…

An amicable breakup.

  As I’m typing this, I’m sat on coach A1 from London Victoria to Luton airport. It’s 12:30pm and I’ve been on a mission to catch a flight home since 9am. Why I don’t fly from Gatwick if I live…

Dating with social anxiety.

  A while back, I wrote a post about why dating apps don’t work for me. I told you all about my romantic side, how I want to meet people in real life rather than over an app that has…

The best thing I never had.

I’ve been feeling a rollercoaster of emotions lately. The uncertainties and obstacles, the freedom and liberation, the nervousness and excitement – it all got a bit much and my little heart was a bit overwhelmed. But what I couldn’t cope…

A British spring wedding.

Weddings are my favourite life event to celebrate. The day is filled with love, hugs, friends and laughter and everyone is just so happy. I recently went to my first wedding in England and it was absolutely beautiful. Despite the…

#5 All that I am.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Robert Browning Sunday [postmark, 14 September 1846] My Own Beloved, if ever you should have reason to complain of me in things voluntary and possible, all other women would have a right to tread me underfoot,…

#4 A squeal of pain.

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 January 1927 …I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a…

#3 Drunk.

Richard Steele to Mary Scurlock Saturday night [30 August 1707] Dear, Lovely Mrs Scurlock, I have been in very good company, where your unknown name, under the character of the woman I lov’d best, has been often drunk; so that…