Last year I got a Valentines card from ‘?’. I was annoyed that they didn’t put their hand up and admit to sending it. I was also a bit perturbed that they knew where I lived (down to post code) and actually spelt my name correctly. Bloody stalkers.
Have you ever asked someone out? If you have, I would like to give you a pat on the back and some sort of a badge for bravery.
I am a coward.
Being dumped is horrible, especially if you don’t see it coming. It could be compared to crossing the road, having looked left and right and being quite confident that there was nothing coming, only to step out in front of a big red bus, that has no intention of stopping.
I am in a pickle. My boyfriend's company Christmas do is less than a week away and I have nothing to wear.
Since this dating disaster, I would like to say that I have thought twice about ignoring the sage advice of others, but this would be a lie.
I have been to a few weddings over the years. Some fill you with dread for their future and some, an overwhelming warmth, knowing that the two people that you have just watched declare the rest of their lives to each other, are more in love than you could have ever imagined.
I saw 'The Yeti' this morning. I was on my bike and he was walking along the pavement.
It has now been nearly two months since Valentine’s Day and I am still none the wiser as to who sent me the Card.
